Page 76 of Desperate Crimes
I’m going to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
“Let go,” I command as I move back a little, bending at the waist so I’m at eye level with her pretty pink, and thoroughly soaked panties.
I hook my finger through the elastic, pushing them to the side, and I fall, face first, into her hot little pussy.
And I eat.
She’s so fucking hot.
Sweeter than candy.
I lick into her, swallowing down her cream.
Gorging myself on her pleasure.
“Nico!” she screams my name, her fingers clutching at my short hair, but finding no purchase.
I squeeze her thighs, groaning as I flick my tongue against her tight little clit.
She’s so good. So fucking hot for it. For me.
My hands cup her ass, legs draped over my arms, and I drag her closer to the edge of the counter.
I lap at her from her sweet little asshole to her needy little clit.
Drowning in her essence and loving every fucking second of it.
But she’s too far.
I want her closer.
I want more.
Of her. From her.
So, I wrench her off the counter, and she cries out, her small hands grabbing my neck.
“Nico!”
She sounds panicked.
But I got her.
I won’t let her fall.
Not now. Not ever.
I groan as I lick into her cunt, using my beard, my nose, my whole face to fuck her, and it doesn’t take her long to fall under my spell.
Leanna is—she’s sex personified.
So soft and warm. So fucking hot.
Her entire body starts to shake, and then she finally does it.
She lets herself go.
And my dark soul wants to howl into the wind at the victory of it.
