Page 73 of Craving Carla

I grin wickedly at her, then motion with my finger for her to come to me. She starts to climb into my lap, but I stop her, picking her up and flipping her over, sitting her back on top of me so her back is facing me but she’s still straddling me. She rests her hands on my legs, pushing herself upright and looking back at me, unsure of herself.

“What are you doing?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.

I smile and grip her hips, not answering her, pulling her back, pushing up her nightgown so that her ass is exposed. Just before I start to pull her up to position her over my face, she squirms and wiggles.

“No, Amari,” she says, and I laugh at that.

I smooth my hands over her soft ass cheeks, admiring the view. I’ve longed for days to have her in this position. “I want you to relax, Carla. Let me take the lead and just feel.”

I lift up and gently press a kiss against each of her ass cheeks. She moans and grips my legs.

“I want you to ride my tongue, Carla,” I command, and Carla gasps and tries to wiggle away from me, but I dig my nails into her hips, causing her to flinch and push her ass right into my face.

The way her sweet, juicy, plump ass bumps against me, it’s like heaven right at my doorstep. I grip her hips harder, pulling her down onto my face, burying my nose and mouth between her ass cheeks. The scent of her is intoxicating—musky, sweet, and all woman. I drag my tongue from her core up to her ass, savoring the taste of her, the way she jerks and gasps above me.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl against her flesh. “Let me taste all of you.”

I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, exposing her completely to me. She whimpers, trying to pull away, but I hold her firm.

“Don’t you dare move,” I warn, then plunge my tongue into her pussy, feeling her clench around me. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

I work my tongue in and out of her, relishing the way she gets wetter with each thrust. Her juices coat my chin, my beard, but I don’t care. I could drown in her and die a happy man.

“Amari,” she moans, her hips starting to move of their own accord, grinding down onto my face.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Ride my face. Use me for your pleasure.”

She starts to move more confidently now, her ass pressing down, her heat sliding against my mouth and nose. I alternate between sucking on her clit and thrusting my tongue inside her, keeping her guessing, keeping her on edge.

“Oh, God,” she cries out when I suck her clit hard, flicking it with my tongue.

I pull back just enough to speak. “Next time, I’m going to fuck this pussy so hard you’ll feel me for days,” I promise, then dive back in, licking her from front to back, lingering on her clit.

Her thighs begin to shake on either side of my head, a sure sign she’s close. I slip a finger into her warmth while I focus my tongue on her clit, and she nearly screams.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my face.”

She obeys, her body convulsing, her core clenching around my finger as she grinds her ass against my face. I keep licking her through it, prolonging her pleasure, until she tries to pull away, oversensitive.

But I’m not done with her yet.

I hold her in place, waiting just until her breathing starts to normalize, then I spread her ass cheeks again and slide my tongue up to her tight hole. She jerks in surprise.

“Amari! What are you—oh!”

I circle her ass with my tongue, teasing the tight ring of muscle before dipping just the tip inside. She makes a sound I’ve never heard before—half gasp, half moan—and it drives me wild. My dick is straining painfully against my boxer briefs, so hard I might just come untouched.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, knowing the answer from the way she’s pushing back against me. “Such a dirty girl. Wait until you see all the things I’m going to do to this perfect ass.”

I thrust my tongue into her ass a bit deeper while reaching around to rub her clit with my thumb. She’s panting now, rocking back and forth between my tongue and my thumb, chasing another orgasm.

I feel her shift, one of her hands leaving my leg, moving toward my straining erection. As much as I want her to touch me, to stroke me, to do anything to alleviate the pressure, I know I’ll lose control if she does. I’m already on the edge, my boxer briefs damp with pre-cum.

I pull back and slap her ass lightly. “No touching, angel. This is all about you.”

She whines in protest, but I distract her by diving back in, this time focusing entirely on her center. I thrust my tongue as deep as it will go, teasing her with it, then switch to sucking on her clit, alternating between the two until she’s a quivering mess above me.

“Please, Amari,” she begs, though I’m not sure if she’s asking me to stop or to continue.

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