Page 79 of Desperate Pucker
“Fuck,” I mutter as I run my thumb over it. “Look at how wet you are.”
Her smile is shy as she looks at me. She blinks, and that familiar nervous look clouds her expression.
Gently, I grip her chin. “If you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Slowly, I pull down her panties and drop them on the floor. For a second, I just sit there, on my knees, and drink in the gorgeous sight of her. Fiery hair. Long limbs. Creamy skin. Full tits. Pink, wet pussy.
My cock is concrete, twitching in my pants.
“Is everything okay?” Maddy asks. Her eyes are big, and she’s gnawing at her lip like she’s anxious.
I swallow hard and swipe a chunk of her hair out of her face. “Everything’s perfect.Youare perfect.”
Her eyes are bright and her smile is shy, but I can tell what my words mean to her.
I lower my face and kiss the inside of her thigh. She inhales sharply. Then I lean up and run my thumb along her soaking wet slit, teasing her lips apart.
Her mouth falls open, and her eyes roll back. Gently, I run my thumb up and down again, then I circle her clit.
The skin on her chest is pink, and she’s writhing, breathing so hard.
“I thought you wanted to go down on me,” she rasps.
“I do. But I also like teasing you. I like seeing you come apart.”
Those stormy eyes lock on mine. They widen the slightest bit.
I keep working her clit in gentle circles. Her breathing hikes up, and she fists the couch cushions.
“I like knowing that I can drive you this crazy with just my thumb,” I growl.
Panic flashes in her eyes as she gazes up at me. Like she’s silently begging me.
“You know something, princess? I don’t think it’s going to take much for you to come when I put my mouth on you.”
She gasps and whimpers. Her eyes roll back.
My dick is aching, threatening to rip through the front of my pants. It’s heaven seeing Maddy like this, completely lost to pleasure.
After another minute of teasing her, I lower my face to her pussy and slowly, gently run my tongue up her slit.
She gasps. Her leg muscles start to shake even harder.
I hook my thumb inside of her, relishing the warmth, the slickness, how tight she is. How tight she’d feel around my cock.
I make a feral grunting noise. I sound like a fucking caveman. I can’t help it. This woman brings it out of me. I’ve spent two minutes touching her pussy, and already I’m a goner, on the verge of coming in my pants like a goddamn teenager.
Softly, I flick her clit with my tongue, groaning at how sweet she tastes. She bucks against my face and whimpers.
I turn my face to the side and kiss her inner thigh.
“How close are you, princess?”
“Um…” She’s panting. I look up. Her eyes are half-lidded and hazy. “I…I don’t…really, really close…”
I grin. My ego is way, way too big after hearing that.
