Page 46 of Jaeda

He kissed my neck, and I stifled a whimper.

“You want me to eat this pussy?” he asked, grabbing my ass.

“Y-yes.”

He chuckled as he pulled back. His eyes studied my face as his hand rested at the base of my neck. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around my throat and pulled me into him again.

“Say it.”

“I . . . I want you to . . . I want you to eat my pussy.”

The words sounded so weird coming from me. I barely recognized my own voice. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back inside and closed the door. After placing my phone on the end table, he led me down the hall to a door I assumed was his bedroom.

Opening it, we stepped inside, and he flipped the lights. The space was huge, and the view was just as beautiful as the view in the living room. Turning to face me, he peered down at me as he reached to unbutton my pants. Under his gaze, I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body.

He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then pushed my jeans down over my hips. I stepped out of them and kicked them over by the shirt. Standing before him in nothing but my bra, panties, and socks, I felt extremely vulnerable.

He reached behind me and unclasped the bra before pulling it from my shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor. Next went my thong. Taking a step back, he allowed his eyes to peruse my naked frame.

“You are fucking perfect,” he said, cupping my chin. “Fucking mine.”

He placed the sweetest kiss to my lips. I swore on my life, I went weak in the knees. He chuckled as he picked me up and placed me on the bed.

“Don’t worry,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. “I’m gonna give you a reason to have those legs shaking.”

Jesus, be a fence!

I visually traced every intricate tattoo embedded in his smooth, blemish free skin as he stepped between my legs. Hishand slid around the back of my neck, pulling me into yet another kiss. His soft hands caressed me in ways that left my pussy leaking before he really even touched me.

As his hand slipped between my thighs, I gasped against his lips.

“Shhh,” he said, stroking my pearl. “Let me get her ready.”

His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, then down to my right nipple. She was sensitive as hell because that was the one I played with whenever I had to get myself off. She knew what time it was, and boy was she in for a treat that didn’t come from me, my rose, or my dildo.

“Qua-Quaid, . . . please,” I begged.

“I’ma give it to you, baby,” he said, easing two fingers into me.

“Oh, God!”

“Look at you making a mess already. This pussy get wet for you like this?”

“N-no.”

I wasn’t lying. I got wet for myself, but he had me leaking.

He smirked. “Lay back and let me taste you.”

In an instant, my back touched the bed. He slid me back enough for him to lie at the foot of the bed between my legs. The moment he draped my legs over his shoulders, he dove into my center, tongue first. I didn’t have time to brace myself before he was sucking my clit between his lips.

“Shit!” I cried out, gripping the bedding.

His skilled tongue and lips massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers eased into me. I was already panting, and we were barely ten seconds in.

“Oh my God. . . . Oooo fuck. . . . Oooo shit!”

He released my clit with an audible plop before spitting my juices on it and sucking it back between his lips. My legs were already shaking as he worked me over. I grabbed my breasts andpinched my nipples, attempting to ease some of the pressure building.

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