Page 53 of The Stolen Dagger
Hell, just the sight of her topless and in my sweatpants almost made me come right then and there.
Before I got lost in the feel of her lips, I pulled back and removed her last article of clothing. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Good. I would have ripped them off anyway.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I mumbled, gave her one more punishing kiss, and then moved down her body, giving attention to her pert little nipples.
When my mouth closed around the little bead at the same time as I lightly pinched the other, her back arched off the table in ecstasy.
“Oh, Drew!” she moaned.
“That’s it, darlin’,” I encouraged and circled her nipple with my tongue. “Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you like me playing with these hard little nipples.”
She mewled and whimpered as I worshipped her perfect breasts. Her noises encouraged me more than ever.
It was only when she began stirring her hips against my dick that I pulled back to admire her.
“More,” Katherine gasped. Her face was flushed and her dark hair wild as she lifted her head to meet my eyes. “Please, Drew.”
I hummed. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes!” she answered immediately.
My hand traveled down her stomach to her inner thigh, hovering over her dripping core. “Tell me what you need, Katherine.”
“I need—” she hesitated, wiggling on the tabletop, trying to close her legs as if desperate for the friction, but I kept them wide open.
“Do you need my mouth on your needy little pussy?” I teased her. “Say it.”
Her gaze heated at my words, obviously turning her on more. “Yes, yes, please. I—I need your mouth on my pussy.”
Her telling me exactly what she needed was just as hot as her moans.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I smirked, more thanhappy to go to my knees for this woman, “it would be my pleasure.”
I moved down Katherine’s body until my face was level with her soaking wet cunt. I wrapped one arm around her thigh to keep her in place and used my other hand to tease her opening, trailing a finger over her wet folds.
Then I licked her. A single swipe of my tongue from her opening to her clit, and Katherine moaned louder, tipping her hips forward for more.
And I was more than happy to oblige.
I attached my mouth to her pink, swollen cunt, flicking my tongue back and forth over her clit. I played with her pussy, giving long, languid licks, then slowed to circle the most sensitive part of her.
When I pushed two fingers inside her and curled them upward in a “come here” motion, she gasped my name and released more of her juices on my tongue. I moaned against her pussy, relishing in her sweetness.
God, she tastes so fucking good.
“I—I’m close!” Katherine panted.
Her hips bucked from the onslaught of my ministrations on her clit. But I tightened my hold on her hips and kept her pinned to the table. I gave her a few more generous licks before I raised my head and pulled my fingers from her heavenly pussy.
“What?” Katherine glared down at me. “Why did you stop?”
She looked so adorably mad that I had just denied her orgasm, but I couldn’t help it. As much as I loved the taste of her, I wanted to feel her come around me instead.
“The next time you come,” I licked her from my lips, “it’ll be around my cock.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
