Page 103 of Fly Back to Me
“I-I’m sorry. I don’t kn—”
“You don’t know how to sit?” His voice is a hoarse jab at my reluctance. Then his two fingers tentatively travel my wet seam,until they stroke my clit a few times.
Quick.
Then slow.
Then quick again.
I shudder before he tears his fingers away, the loss of the rapid pleasure almost devastating.
“Sit the fuck down, Olivia,” he rasps. “Let me lick this pussy.”
I wet my lips, my weight sinking toward his face for any kind of friction. A breathy snicker slaps my center, and the silk of his tongue finally touches me.
He drags up until his lips close, sucking harshly around my clit.
Holy shit.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper, coiling my fingers in his hair.
“Mm, such a pity I didn’t do this sooner,” he murmurs tauntingly. He swipes his tongue along me again, wrenching a moan from my lips. “Yeah?” His mouth closes around my swollen bundle, briefly sucking and popping it. “Should I beg for forgiveness?”
Another mewl springs free, and his face buries between my legs.
His tongue laps my slick hole, only for his lips to suck the delicate skin there. The scrape of his stubble kindles goosebumps across my legs, his tongue now lashing at my clit with vengeance.
I chuck my head back, tugging on his tendrils like reins. His warm mouth envelopes that hot button, and he sucks it like a fucking baby bottle.
Mangled sounds pour from my throat as I rock my hips against him, my abdomen buckling in sweet torture. His left palm delivers a sharp slap to my ass, while his tattooed hand splays out right above my pussy.
He kneads my skin upward to expose my swollen clit, my eyes meeting his as his teeth gently sink down. I startle at the sensation, and a mischievous smirk spreads across his face.
Then I’m watching as he alternates between licking and nipping, my body lighting up in chaotic flames.
My insides screw tight as I become wetter with every strike of his skilled mouth. He shakes his head against me, his tongue brushing my sweet bundle with the motion. “Don’t you come yet. I didn’t tell you to come,” he taunts.
“Cade,no,” I whine.
He groans as he sinks his head back into the mattress, leaving my clit abandoned and ringing with rage. With his hand still resting above my pussy, he bites his glistening lip as he swipes his thumb across my clit. Just once.
“I know you’re not going to lie to me again.”
Conviction and warning weave his words together.
My throat bobs as I shake my head. “No.”
Another stroke against my lubricated bundle. But nothing more.
I stifle a moan, bucking my head back in fear of displaying my horniness. But when I angle my chin down, I whisper, “I promise you.”
His mouth molds to my pussy, and I squeal when his lips suck on my clit. Over and over again, injecting me with the antidote to battle the torment he was putting me through. Then his eyes lift to mine, a grin meeting the corner of his mouth when he lashes expertly at me.
“Get hard,” I whine. “Get hard for me.”
His hand shoots down, beating his dick while he sucks on me. It’s primitive. Feral and wild. The epitome of raw human instincts as I swipe my finger through his seed on my chest to slip it in my mouth.
And I break into thousands of pieces above him.
