Page 68 of Good Vibes Only
I sighed happily and closed my eyes. The first thing I felt was his warmth—his breath, his humid body heat—against my flesh as he neared. My pussy clenched with anticipation, and a smoldering heat in my core spread higher, reaching into my tummy.
Then I felt the gentle embrace of his mouth against my mound. Brett kissed my pussy the same way he kissed my mouth—softly, gingerly, lovingly. The only difference was every kiss built on the last—his lips caressing my steamy folds just a little naughtier, a little dirtier, until he French kissed my pussy.
“Oooh,” I bellowed. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he massaged my erect clit between his soft and pillowy lips.
But I wantedmore.
Remembering how much he’d liked it before when I begged, I said in a saccharine sweet voice, “Please, Brett. Please give me your tongue. Please?”
The boy’s eyes crinkled with a happy smile. He obeyed and stroked my folds with the tip of his tongue. My pussy tingled and throbbed with every lick and lashing of his tongue. I felt myself blooming open for him—and before long, he circled my entry, rimming my pussy with his tongue.
“Mmm, you taste so sweet and good,” he grumbled, returning for more.
He sank his rigid tongue into me and swirled it around my insides, drinking my juices like a bee after nectar. I’d never felt so desired or sexy in my life.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
A red glow smoldered inside me. I wassoturned on, a rush of liquid heat dribbled down my thighs. Brett had me wrapped around his finger—and I think he knew it, too.
“I’m gonna make you come, McKayla,” he whispered.
He dragged the flat of his tongue higher up my pussy. I knew just where he was headed—and my clit throbbed with anticipation, aching for his tongue.
“Yes … yes, please,” I sighed, and ran my fingers through his hair.
Brett gently pulled my hood back and unveiled my erect clit. With long and deliberate tongue strokes, he gently licked everywhere—up, down, and all around—everywherebutmy hard and needy nub. It was torture as he tuned my senses to the lightest touch. Delicious torture, but torture nonetheless.
He wastoogood at this, and I officially couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Brett!” I begged, my hips bucking and uncontrollably thrusting at his mouth. “Please make me come!”
Brett looked up at me from between my thighs. The sparkle in his smiling eyes seemed to say,Okay … now you’re ready.
I sank deeper into the couch, sighing deeply as Brett began to flick my bean back and forth. Andah God,was it ever worth the wait. He licked me gently at first, but not for long; my desperate moans told him he’d teased me long enough. He quickly amped up the pace and pressure.
Then Brettreallyspoiled me by adding a finger into the mix. I was so wet, his thick finger glided right in—and my eyes rolled back into my head when he widened me with asecondfinger.
“Oh myGod.”
I grunted and moaned, warm heavenly waves washing over me, as he fingered me and ate me out. How did a pro hockey player get so good at eating pussy?! All I knew, with a sweeping wildfire inside me, was that I didn’t want him toeverstop.
“Oh. My. God,” I cried urgently, the rising pleasure about to boil over. “Don’t stop, Brett. You’re gonna make me come.”
But he knew not to stop; the boy was apro,after all.He thrust his fingers into me faster, harder, stroking my g-spot with a come-hither motion. (The workshop teachers at Good Vibes Only would besoproud of him!)
My muscles strained, and my legs began to jump and quiver. Sensing I was close, Brett didn’t let up.
“Come, baby,”he whispered.
He pummeled my swelling pleasure center with a steady torrent of tongue lashings and pumped two thick fingers in and out of me until—
“I’m coming!”I screamed, my voice shaky. A surging, golden wave of pleasure crashed over me, and my vision exploded into a network of shimmering stars. Every nerve in my body rang out, aligned in perfect harmony with ecstasy.
I’d neverfelt anything this big, this powerful before.
When it was over, my body was warm, slack, tired. An electric taste and buzz lingered on my tingling upper lip, like after a thunderstorm.
I cracked my tired eyes open. The first thing I saw was Brett’s handsome smile.
