Page 56 of Levi
“No—” the cry of complaint dies on her tongue when I slide the fingers that were inside her pussy into her mouth.
“Suck,” I order.
She hesitates.
“You’ve never done that before?”
She shakes her head.
“I’m honored to be your first. Now suck.”
I don’t have to repeat myself.
I watch, mesmerized, as she licks my digits clean, the muscles of my jaw clenching, my nostrils flaring with desire.
My balls ache and I’m hard as steel.
I swear, I could embarrass myself by coming in my pants because right now, my cock is jealous.
“That was hot, Jules. So fucking, hot,” I tell her. “Do you like beingmybad girl, sweetness?”
“I do, Levi.”
“Me too.”
She smiles shyly.
I part her pussy lips. The tip of my tongue swipes over her pussy in one long, teasing lick.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
“What about the ice?” she asks, pressing against me and demanding more.
“Just like heroin. One hit and you’re hooked.”
She giggles.
I plunge my hand in the bucket, swirling it around before pulling out an ice cube. I slide it against my tongue and suck it to smoothness. As I close my cold lips around her clit, allowing the ice cube to nudge against it, I slide my icy fingers inside her pussy.
She writhes under my assault.
“Levi!” she cries out.
I hold her clit captive between my lips, sucking, toying, allowing the ice to melt through her folds as I take her higher and higher.
She wails and clasps both hands over my head, holding me tight between her legs as she rides my face.
My breathing becomes rapid and uneven and the icy cold soon changes to scented heat as she bucks against me. I’m half out of my mind with lust and desire for this woman.
“I–– I’m coming,” she pants.
Thank the fuck God.
I curl my fingers inside her and press against the soft spot.
