Page 136 of Vicious Little Snakes
The coy smile stays on her lips as her milky white thighs begin to separate, her feet coming to the bed as she scoots into place, baring her beautiful wet pussy to me.
My tongue sweep across my bottom lip. “I can almost still taste you on my tongue. The memory is that potent.”
I motion with my pencil for her to open further. The fabric of the comforter rustles as she does. My eyelids slowly fucking blink as her lips part, revealing the soft, glistening piece of heaven. A shine of her desire is drawn directly between her beautifully manicured folds, highlighting her swollen pink clit.
Swallowing takes a concerted effort because I can barely close my mouth. I feel primal.
“Liam.” The way she says my name sound as if she’s hoping it’ll touch her in the places she needs me most. “I like the way it feels when you look at me. But I want you to touch me.”
I click my tongue against my teeth before saying, “Begging won’t help this time. Patience. First, I draw.”
My eyes don’t leave her as I lean in closer, enjoying the erotic portrait before me. Caroline opened, turned on, and on display. Her back arches making the muscle around her entrance contract, and I have to clench my jaw because I want to dive forward and thrust my tongue inside of her. Fuck her with my tongue until she’s a quaking mess.
Her hips pressed up ever so slightly as she whimpers, needing me to satiate the craving.
“Don’t move,” I growl, causing a whoosh of breath to leave her lips.
My eyes lift from her loveliest spot back up to her face, which is full of agony. Caroline’s so fucking ready that she may explode.
“Oh, baby, that look on your face. I want to memorize what it looks like when you explode.”
She’s nodding.So hungry.
“What do you want me to do?”
Mindlessly I reach out, slowly dipping my middle finger inside of Caroline, drawing out a long gasp from her. I drag it in and out, faster each time, twisting my finger and relishing the warmth tightening around it.
“I want you to touch yourself, and let me watch.”
Caroline’s hand runs down the front of her body, breath shaky as I pull my finger from her. She obediently dips into her wetness rubbing small circles on her needy clit.
“Like this,” she purrs.
I bring the coated finger to my lips, sucking it clean as I watch. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
Caroline’s panting, her eyes on me. “Tell me what I look like, Liam.”
My hands are stilled, unable to draw because watching her is more intoxicating than all the champagne we drank.
“You look drenched, soaked in fucking desire. Each time you move your finger around your clit, the entrance of your pussy clenches like it wants my dick inside.”
“Oh God. I do,” she moans. “Fuck me now. Draw me later.”
My cock is so hard that it hurts. There’s no fucking way I can draw her now. The notebook in my lap hits the floor as I stand, ripping my hoodie off and tossing it to the floor. Her head lifts, eyes on me, but she doesn’t stop her motions as I toe off my shoes and shove my pants down, stepping out and directly between her legs.
Caroline reaches for me as I crawl over her, lining my cock up at her entrance and holding just outside where she’s trying to swallow me in.
“You have the most beautiful pussy, Caroline”—I look down at her with a smirk—“but I’m gonna murder it, now.”
She laughs, wrapping her legs around me as I thrust inside, groaning.
“Goddamn.”
“Mmmm, yes,” she hums, kissing my neck as I pull out to the tip before thrusting back inside.
Caroline runs her tongue over my neck as we start a slow, teasing tempo of fucking. I reach back, gripping her thigh and pulling it up to my hip as the muscles on my ass indent with each thrust.
We’re locked to each other. With every rock forward, Caroline raises her hips to meet my push. My hips roll, gliding my cock inside of her drenched pussy, still stretching her with every thrust.
