Page 101 of Broken Trails
Completely bare and flushed, glistening with arousal.
I’m already addicted.
“Fuck, look at you,” I mutter, dragging my tongue along the seam of her. She jolts, hips twitching beneath my grip. Her tangy flavour bursts across my tongue—hot, heady—and I groan into her cunt. “You taste unreal. Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever had.”
I don’t ease in. I devour.
My tongue moves deep, teasing and curling, lips locking around her clit with hard, then soft, sucks until her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her moans tear through the air. They’re unapologetically loud, broken.
“Michael… fuck,” she pants.
I tighten my grip on her thighs, keeping her steady as she rocks into me, chasing every stroke of my mouth.
“You feel that?” I growl, voice rough against her soaked flesh. “That’s my tongue buried in your pretty little cunt. And I’m not stopping till you’re shaking all over it.”
I flatten my tongue and drag it up her centre a few times until her thighs start to tremble. Then I do it again. And again. Circling her clit, dipping my tongue deeper, working her until she’s right on the edge of falling apart. When I glance up, her chest is heaving. Eyes glassy. Wild.
“Come for me, Zoe. Let me taste it all.”
She tips her head back, mouth parted on a moan, one hand fumbling for the edge of the seat to steady herself, the other still clutching my shoulder. I slide a finger into her, and she jolts beneath me. I add a second, and her breath catches, as I curl them just right—stroking that spot I haven’t stopped thinking about.
Her body tenses, thighs twitching around my head, like she’s about to unravel.
“Oh fuck—Michael,” she exclaims. “Don’t stop.”
Not a chance.
I flick my tongue over her clit and curl my fingers again—and that’s it. That’s all it takes. She shatters. Moaning loud, head thrown back, thighs clamping around my head as her orgasm tears through her. It’s wild and messy and fuckingperfect.
She tastes like something I’ll never get over.
And I’m smiling. Like a fucking idiot. Mouth still open on her, tongue dragging slow and steady through her pussy as she rides out every last wave of it. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve this—hell,deserve her—but fuck, it’s a privilege.
The way she sounds now? All raspy and breathless? I can only imagine how she’ll sound when I’m buried balls deep inside her, dragging every broken moan out with my cock.
When I finally rise, her legs wrap weakly around my waist. I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers, needing her close.
“Told you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “This isn’t going anywhere.”
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The Prophecy – Taylor Swift
Am I Enough - Loi
Michael:I can’t stop thinking about you.
Michael:About the way you came on my tongue. Fuck, I get hard every time I think about it.
Me:Well then you should stop.
Michael:Impossible.
Iset the phone down face-first and press my hand to my face, my palm cool against my burning skin.
This is where I’m at. A grown woman blushing over dirty texts while a storm of emotions swirls in my chest. My thighs ache just thinking about it. About him. About the way he touched me like he’d been waiting years. About how I let him. Michael fucking Price. Quiet. Nonchalant.
Always watching.
