Page 62 of Tempting Kat
Her fingers move to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. When she lets it fall away, I can't help but groan at the sight of her. Her breasts spill free, full and perfect, with those pink nipples already tightening under my gaze. She stands there in just her panties, and I swear my mouth actually waters.
“Your tits are so fucking pretty,” I tell her, not bothering to filter my thoughts. “Those nipples are fucking perfect. So cute and pink. Made to be in my mouth.”
She smirks, running her hands up her sides to cup her breasts. “You like these, huh?”
My cock jerks, pre-cum beading at the tip. “You know I fucking do.”
She smirks, pinching one of her nipples between her fingers. “You want to taste them?”
“I want to taste all of you,” I say, my voice rough with need.
Katarina saunters toward the bed, her hips swaying with each step. When she reaches the edge, she stops, looking down at me with those fierce green eyes.
“Lie down flat,” she commands, her voice dripping with authority. “If you're going to be my throne, I need you properly positioned.”
I chuckle but do as she says, sliding down until I'm flat on my back. My cock stands at attention, aching for her touch, but I know better than to rush her when she's like this.
“Good boy,” she says with a smirk, climbing onto the bed and straddling my chest. Her knees press into the mattress on either side of me, her panty-covered pussy just inches from my face. Ican smell her arousal, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to grab her hips and drag her down to my mouth.
“You said I could use you to get off,” she reminds me, her fingers trailing down my chest. “So that's exactly what I'm going to do.”
“Whatever you want, pretty girl,” I tell her, my hands coming to rest on her thighs. “My mouth is yours.”
She shifts forward, still wearing those black panties, and hovers over my face. “You think you're so fucking generous, don't you? Throwing money around like it’s your dic?—”
I don't let her finish. Her mouth is running a mile a minute, and my patience has hit its limit. With one quick movement, I grab her panties at both sides and rip them clean apart, the sound of tearing fabric cutting through her words. Before she can react, I grip her hips and yank her down onto my waiting mouth.
“Fuck!” she gasps, her complaint transforming into a moan as my tongue makes contact with her slick pussy.
I growl against her skin; the vibration making her thighs tremble around my head. She's so fucking wet already, her arousal coating my lips and chin as I devour her. All that sass and fire, and underneath it she's dripping for me.
“Conrad, you fucking asshole,” she manages to get out, but there's no heat in it—just breathless need as her hips begin to rock against my face.
I grip her ass with both hands, kneading the soft flesh as I lick a long stripe from her entrance to her clit. I could feast on her for hours.
“Oh god,” she moans, her hands flying to my hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she grinds down harder. “Fuck, your tongue...”
I focus on her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it between my lips. Her whole body jerks, a strangled cryescaping her throat. I look up to see her head thrown back, those perfect tits thrust forward as she rides my face.
“That's it,” I mumble against her pussy, my words vibrating through her sensitive flesh. “Use my mouth. Take what you need.”
She looks down at me, her eyes hooded with lust, lips parted as she pants. “You ripped my fucking panties.”
I smirk against her cunt, giving her clit another hard suck that makes her gasp. “I bought you a hundred different pairs.”
“Of course you did,” she groans, rolling her eyes even as she grinds harder against my mouth. “Fucking rich asshole.”
I slip a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around the intrusion. So tight, so wet, so fucking perfect. I add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that makes her thighs quake.
“Oh shit,” she gasps, her hips jerking. “Right there. Fuck, right there.”
I thrust my fingers in rhythm with the strokes of my tongue, watching her face contort with pleasure. Her nipples are hard peaks, begging for attention. With my free hand, I reach up to pinch one, rolling it between my fingers.
She arches her back, grinding down harder on my mouth as I work her with my tongue and fingers. I can feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around my digits as her movements become more erratic.
“Fuck, Conrad, I'm gonna?—”
I pull my fingers out suddenly, replacing them with my tongue but easing the pressure on her clit. She whimpers in frustration, her nails digging into my scalp.
