Page 23 of The Heart of a Capricorn
I did what he said, and I started to move further back, but he stopped me.
Chauncey picked up my leg and put it on his shoulder. His fingers brushed the anklet on my ankle.
“You don’t know how much I fantasized about this moment,” he said as he traced my ankle, then slowly went up my leg. I wanted him to touch my middle, but he didn’t. With my leg onhis shoulder, he leaned forward until his face was between my thighs.
“Fuck.” I moaned when his tongue rolled over my clit.
The feeling of his skillful mouth consumed every thought in my mind. I’d forgotten about the meeting, breakfast, and the other million things I had to do. Chauncey’s tongue was the only thing I could process. I’d never felt such pleasure. When he nipped my clit between his teeth, it sent me over the edge.
His moans collided with my moans, and it was the sexiest sound. A man that moaned when he ate pussy showed that he enjoyed it.
Why did I deprive myself of this?
One hand gripped the sheets, while the other grabbed his shoulder.
“I can’t. I can’t!” I shouted.
The pressure was too damn intense. My heart felt like it was beating faster than what was safe.
“You can’t what, huh?” He swiped his tongue over my clit. “You can’t take what happens when you duck and dive me?” Another swipe of the tongue. “Talk to me, Lyric. What can’t you take?” Another swipe.
“I can’t—” I couldn’t finish the rest of my sentence because he stuck his tongue inside of me and fucked me with it.
When I finally released, it splashed onto his tongue and face. I even felt it drip down the crack of my ass.
My chest moved up and down as I tried to catch my breath, but Chauncey had other things in mind.
He slammed inside of me with my leg still on his shoulder. At first, his pumps were fast, but then he slowed down. He leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was wet and nasty as he licked my lips, tongue, and even my damn chin. The coolness of his dog tag against my hot skin felt good.
He snatched his dick out of me and went back to licking me.
“Jesus.”
“Nah, baby. You know who making you feel like this.”
“Tank.” I cried this time.
He told me back in college about how he got the nickname Tank, but to me, it was for different reasons.
To me, Tank came in, attacked, and destroyed shit, and this was Tank, not Chauncey. This man destroyed me in the best possible way.
After he got his fill of licking and eating my pussy, he leaned back and slid his hand up the middle of my chest before gripping my neck.
I didn’t give a damn what anybody said, there was nothing like a good neck grab. It was enough to have me leaking.
I could hardly keep my eyes open, but I had to. I didn’t want to miss anything.
When he opened his mouth and let a trail of saliva drip onto my clit, I almost lost my mind. It was nasty but so damn sensual.
With his thumb pressed against my clit, he rubbed it and slid back inside of me at the same time.
The way his dick hit every single spot of pleasure inside of my walls, I would marry him on the spot if he asked.
All the fear that I had left me for the moment, as he took control of my body.
“Good morning,guys. Come in and have a seat,” my boss suggested as he sat down.
My boss, Ray, and a couple of the guys flew in a few days prior because he had received an anonymous tip about something that might go down within the next few days.
