Page 121 of Outlaw Heartstrings
Fire shoots down my vertebrae and quickly creates an inferno in my belly. I’m warm all over. Especially between the legs. In fact, my pussy is already dripping and making a mess on the bed. I’m moaning and squirming beneath him.
“Is my girl getting all worked up?” Easton chuckles, his hands slowly kneading my ass.
“Don’t play with me, you jerk.” I laugh. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me.” My hips thrust backward all on their own. When Easton’s enormous erection finds itself lodged between my cheeks, I press my chest to the bed, arch my back, push harder against him.
His breath gets caught in his throat and suddenly, he doesn’t sound in control anymore. In fact, he’s the one begging. “Alba, please…”
I reach back and hold his cock captive against my wet slit. Rocking my hips, I soak him in my arousal, covering every inch of his length.
He yanks his pelvis back. “Fuck, Alba. You can’t do that. You can’t rub your pussy against me like that. You make me want to do something crazy.”
“Something crazy like what?” I pant, unable to keep my body from writhing.
Easton slides his hand under the front of my torso, finding my nipples and giving them each a little pinch in turn. “Something crazy like slam into your pussy, and fill you up to the hilt. Stuff you so good your walls have tostretch and squeeze around me. Stuff you so full of me that you can’t take anymore.”
That sounds so damn good, even though I’m not sure my body could take it.
“Please, Easton. Please do it now,” I beg, unashamed by how turned on I am for him. The past few weeks have been the longest foreplay session in history. I’ll go crazy if I don’t have him tonight.
He slowly massages my upper thighs, so damn close to that sensitive place where I need his touch. When his thumb brushes against my clit, I choke out a moan.
“Patience, baby.” I’m startled when I feel his warm breath suddenly breeze over my womanhood. “I’m going to get you nice and ready to take my big cock. Do you understand me?”
“But Easton, I—”
The next thing I hear is a wet slapping sound, and a delicious sting between my legs to go along with it.
The bastard just slapped my naked pussy.
My brain tells me I should probably yell at him, but all I can do is moan from deep in my gut.
Easton’s fingers grip my ass, lifting my pelvis off the bed. Next thing I know, he’s positioned beneath me, grinning up at my dripping lady parts. “I’m sorry. So, so sorry, baby,” he says. Not convincing at all. “Let me make it up to you?”
Before I can argue, his tongue reaches out, circling my clit. A second later, he pulls my pussy down, flush on his mouth.
“Oh, shit,” I say as my hips begin to rock on their own.
My thighs squeeze around his face and my fingers clutch the silky strands of his hair. The man couldn’t get away if he wanted to.
Easton loves it, though. He grips my thighs in place withbruising force as his tongue flicks back and forth on my clit. His groans of pleasure vibrate through me, pushing me to the edge of the cliff. I feel like I’m holding on by the skin of my fingertips.
“Easton, I’m going to suffocate you,” I warn through gritted teeth.
He grabs my hips, jerking my vulva back and forth on his mouth. I feel his voice vibrate against my folds. “Tragic. That would be tragic.”
“Easton, I’m serious,” I say, even as I make no attempt to move off his face.
He licks deeper and deeper into my channel, without a care in the world.
“No, but seriously,” I grunt, my pelvis baring down on his face. “You’re going to die.”
And I really, really don’t want that to happen.
I should let him up for air. The problem is, I can’t help myself. What he’s doing to me feels so damn good and I’m no longer in control of my body.
The magic of his tongue is one thing. But then, there’s that sucking thing he’s doing with his lips. And that scratching thing that’s happening with his beard. And—oh my god—I can’t even think straight.
Easton suddenly interrupts his makeout session with my vagina. “By the way, forgot to mention—I put you and Jag as beneficiaries on my life insurance policy the other day. Y’know—just in case Idodrop dead.”
