Page 17 of Let it Sizzle
Her breath catches.
"You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," I add, tracing my thumb along her jaw, slow and reverent. "And I’m not letting you hide from that."
She bites her lip, all shy and unsure, but her body leans into mine like she wants to believe me. And fuck, I’m going to make sure she does.
I don’t even pretend to be gentle when I lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed.
She gasps when her back hits the mattress, and I don't give her a second to think. I’m on her, crawling up her body, spreading her thighs wide with my hands like she’s my fucking feast.
"Goddamn, look at you," I rasp, staring down at her slick, glistening pussy like it’s the first and last thing I’ll ever need. "Dripping for me already. You want this, baby? You want my mouth on you?"
She whimpers, nodding frantically, her hips already lifting like her body’s begging without her permission. I grin—dark, wicked—and settle between her thighs.
And then I devour her.
I lick her like a man starved, dragging my tongue through her folds, circling her clit with slow, torturous precision. She fists the sheets, her back arching, and I grab her hips, pinning her down so she can't get away from the pleasure.
"Stay still, baby," I growl against her soaked pussy. "You're not going anywhere."
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue until she’s panting, writhing, completely losing her mind for me.
I don't stop. Not when she begs, not when she cries out, not even when her thighs start trembling around my head.
I just keep feasting on her, drinking down every sweet, desperate sound she makes, until she’s coming on my tongue—loud, broken, fucking gorgeous.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
While she’s still gasping, I lift her onto my lap, planting her ass right on top of my cock, still rock-hard and throbbing through my pants.
She’s dazed, wrecked, glowing with it.
Exactly how I want her.
"Take me out," I order, my voice rough, gravelly with need. "I want your pretty little hands on my cock. I want you riding me raw until you can't walk straight."
Her fingers tremble as she obeys, tugging down my zipper, freeing my cock. I make quick work to get my pants off.
She gasps when she sees how thick, how hard I am, her hand wrapping around me like she can’t believe it.
"You're gonna take every inch," I promise her, my hands framing her hips as I guide her over me. "Gonna stretch that sweet pussy wide. Gonna make you mine so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow."
Her body stretches around me as she sinks down, inch by thick inch, and fuck, I almost lose it right there.
She’s tight. Hot. So wet it feels like heaven strangling my cock, like she was made for me.
Her hands brace against my chest, nails digging in, leaving little marks that only make me want her more. I grip her hips, steadying her.
"That's it, baby," I murmur, voice raw. "Take every fucking inch. Ride your man."
She whimpers, rocking slightly, finally bottoming out, her ass pressing flush against my thighs, her pussy clenching so tight around me it feels like a goddamn fist.
I roll my hips up once—sharply—and she cries out, her body jerking, those gorgeous tits bouncing right in my face.
I can't help myself.
I slap her ass—hard—loving the way the flesh jiggles under my hand, loving the little squeak she lets out as she clenches down even harder.
"Good fucking girl," I growl, dragging my palms up her sides, cupping those perfect tits, rough and reverent all at once. "You're mine now. You get that?"
