Page 59 of My Turn Petal
I dip forward a bit, tracking every movement her pupils make.
Dragging my thumb across her lip, I roll her plumped bottom and inch closer to her.
“You just love to play games, don’t you?” she says, eyes half-mast.
That makes my smirk crawl to my face, “The only games I play are with your pussy.” And with that I delve inside her mouth, coating my tongue with traces of her and me as each flick intensifies.
We add tongue and lip suctions in between, getting lost inside of the other.
It’s hard and slow and deep, and brutal when I bite her lip hard.
Her hands roam all over my hips, back, and neck while mine squeeze her tight ass.
I flick and curl my tongue around hers passionately for what feels like an eternity.
“I need you, Theo.” She cups my face and kisses me again, “Let’s go home.”
I nod, lacing our fingers, and kissing her knuckles.
After we say our goodbyes, we scurry to my car, back out of the driveway, and speed our way home.
Getting outside of the elevator seems like an inconvenient task while we kiss and make out on the way to Frankie’s apartment. If I could I would have fucked her right here.
I can’t keep my hands off her.
“I’m going to rip this dress off of you,” I announce between lip-bites as she fumbles with her keys in the lock. “Any objections?”
“Nope.” She finally opens the door.
Shuffling our bodies inside, I lock the door and haul her on my shoulder, grab the bottle of wine that sits on the counter, and take a swig of one gulp.
She giggles, “You found the time to drink it.”
Putting her back onto her feet, my hips colliding with her backside and I wrap my arm around her, “You smell so delicious,” I squeeze her breast and apply light pressure while I massage them.
When her moan permeates the air, I spank her ass hard for her previous comment.
“Mmm…”
I line the rim of the bottle on her lips, lift the bottle, and with precision, I pour the content inside her witty mouth. She swallows the sweet liquid and it makes me fucking hard beyond insufferable.
I haul her on my shoulder again and stride to her bedroom, toss her on the bed, and swing my hand hard.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
SMACK.
She whimpers so fucking deliciously, “T-Theo…”
“You’re my favorite dessert, petal, now open those sexy thighs wide for me.” I lick her ankle, calf, making my way upward to her inner thigh.
When I rich the slit of her dress, like an animal, I tear the fabric, watching the seams split apart. Like a coat, I peel it off her and chuck it on the floor along with her underwear.
Her breasts bounce from side to side.
