Page 44 of The Game Plan
“That’s so hot,” Sav whispers. I quirk an eyebrow and flash her a smirk before moving around the bed. Dropping to my knees, I reach for her legs and pull her to the edge. Spreading her knees apart, I stare at her pink, wet pussy on full display.Holy fuck.
“So perfect,” I murmur, licking my lips. I’m desperate to taste her. To feel her thighs grip my head as she drenches my face in her arousal.
Her legs widen with my compliment as her finger trails over her thighs. She’s getting needy.
But before she’s able to touch herself, my mouth descends. I plunge a finger deep inside her warmth as my mouth finds her center.
She whimpers as I lick her from slit to clit, moaning as her sweetness erupts against my taste buds.
Her hips buck, and I pause. “You good?”
“I’m good. Don’t stop, Grant. Please, don’t fucking stop.” Her hands find my hair, sliding through the strands until she’s gripping me closer. The burning sensation only fuels my feasting.
My tongue swirls against her clit as my finger pumps inside of her. With each swirl of my tongue, I apply more pressure, over and over again. I feel her pussy tightening around me as I slip a second finger inside.
Tipping my head up, I watch Savannah play with her tits. She’s pulling and pinching her nipples, grinding against my beard, the sensation of my facial hair against her clit spurring her to move faster.
My forearms press deep into the mattress as I fight to keep her legs spread while she grips my head. I fuck her with my fingers, pumping faster. Stroking the soft spot deep inside her, my fingers move in acome heremotion. I feast upon her, tasting, teasing, sucking on her sensitive clit.
Savannah’s moans reverberate off the walls, and I hope the neighbors are enjoying the soundtrack this morning. As much as I want to keep her sounds to myself, I want everyone on the goddamn planet to know she’s mine.
I can feel her growing tense beneath me as her pussy grips my fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. You like that, don’t you? Ride my face, Peach. Drench me in your sweetness.”
My hips thrust forward, cock grinding against my zipper. I can feel the pre-cum leaving a damp spot on my boxers. I’m going to blow as soon as I thrust inside her wet, hot cunt. That’s if I don’t explode in my boxers first. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. Not when Savannah is screaming my name, begging me to make her come.
I lap harder against her clit as she grips my hair, positioning my face exactly where she wants me.
“Oh god, oh god,” she moans, the sound morphing into a cry. The walls of her pussy flutter, her orgasm right there. I suck her clit into my mouth, biting down on the bundle of nerves as her orgasm rips through her with full force.
“Grant, oh fuck, Grant,” she half-pants, half-moans.
I don’t stop fucking her with my fingers until she’s done riding out the waves of euphoria. My hips thrust faster, and I feel my balls tighten. A tingling sensation races down my spine, and with my name on her lips, my release tears through me. My body shudders as hot cum soaks the fabric of my boxers.
Once I feel her collapse onto the mattress, I slip my fingers free, lapping her slit and devouring her orgasm. Her soft pants fill the room, and only when she stops moving do I pull away. Licking my lips, I savor her taste as I wipe her dampness from my beard with the back of my hand.
“Sweetheart, I changed my mind,” I say, standing and looking down at the blissed-out woman in front of me.
Savannah’s head snaps toward me, confusion threading through her dazed expression.
“I want that to be my last meal. Fuck tomahawk steaks. I want a feast of your pussy as the last thing I eat on earth.”
A slow, lazy grin spreads across her face as her gaze drifts down my bare chest. I watch her take me in, her eyebrow lifting slightly before her eyes lock back on mine.
“You’re messy, Grant Campbell.”
I look down at the wet spot that’s soaked through the khaki shorts. I should be embarrassed that I came in my pants like some thirteen-year-old hitting puberty, but I’m not. Embarrassment is the furthest thing from what I feel.
I shrug. “Yeah, so that happened. It turns out the taste of you on my tongue was more than enough to have me blowing a load in my pants.”
Savannah pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Her hand starts to trail down her side and over to her pelvis. I suck in a deep breath as I watch her walk her fingers lower until they’re gliding over her swollen pussy lips.
Is she still turned on?
Her chest rises and falls in quick succession. With rapt attention, I watch as her breath hitches when her forefinger touches her sensitive clit.
“Why isthatso hot?” she murmurs.
I quirk an eyebrow. “Is it?”
