Page 182 of Hard to Resist

I make quick work of my shirt and then lie on her bed, positioning myself near her headboard. I prop one arm behind my head and watch as she peels the spandex shorts off her skin.Her plush ass and round hips are mouthwatering. The treat comes when she grabs the hem of her tank top and pulls it over her head, those sweet tits on full display.

“You’re a fucking vision, Verity,” I tell her as I stroke my sensitive dick. “Now crawl over here and place that pussy where it belongs.”

She kneels on the mattress and slowly makes her way over, like a lioness approaching her prey. My attention is glued to the way her breasts sway. She crawls over my body, stopping halfway to sit, her bare pussy on my crotch, her wetness slick on my skin.

She trails her hands along my chest, those short nails tracing lines.

“Have I told you how crazy your body makes me?” She leans down and places a kiss between my pecs. “I could stare at it all day.”

“You can touch it all you want, angel.”

I let her explore the lines and divots of my body, every pass of her fingers lighting a fire under my skin and heating the blood in my veins. She shifts and that slick pussy glides over my cock, making me groan.

I place a hand on her wrist. “Let me help you with that.”

She averts her gaze, pink blossoming on her cheeks. “I’ve never, um, done this before.”

“What do you mean?”

She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “Sat on someone’s face.”

“Oh, baby.” I wrap my hands around her ass, giving her a squeeze. “That’s the best fucking news I’ve heard.”

“What?”

“Means I get to be your first. Now, move that ass and give me a taste of that pussy, or I’ll do it for you.”

“Okay, but if I’m bad at this—”

“No chance.”

She moves up, lining that sweet cunt up with my lips. It’s one hell of a view from down here.

I hold the backs of her thighs, giving her a long lick with the flat of my tongue.

Fuck. She’s so fucking wet for me.

Her taste is unbelievable.

There’s just one issue.

“Don’t fucking hover; sit and take what you want. Ride my face.”

I grab her thick hips and pull her down so her pussy is flush with my face. I could easily die in this position and be happy about it—but despite her worries about suffocating me, that won’t be the case.

My tongue dives into her sticky sweetness, taking her for all she’s got. She’s still a little tense, but after a few minutes I feel her relax. The tension releases, and she melts against me. Her hips begin to move in a steady rhythm and a quick grin slips to my lips as she starts to ride me in earnest.

There’s nothing sexier than this moment right here.

I peer up, watching as Verity grips the headboard for leverage, using it so she can rock her hips with more pressure. Her tits bounce with the movement, and I release one hand so that I can reach up and play with her nipple.

I run my thumb over the peaked tip before giving it a tug. She lets out a gasp, so I continue the motion while I eat her out.

“Oh God, Cullen. Oh my God, yes. Yes, that’s—right there.”

Verity’s movements quicken; her pace becomes short jerks that have her basically grinding on my face. I love every minute of it, my cock getting harder and harder as she takes and takes.

“Please. Please. Please.”

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