Page 14 of Here With Me
“Shit.You do that so well.”
He helps guide my head up and down his shaft until I gag on his length. Not only is he bigger than I’ve ever had, but his girth makes my pussy wet in anticipation. He’s going to stretch me wide until my legs give out, and I can’t wait.
Sloppy wet noises echo throughout the small space. His balls tighten as I massage them in my palm, and when he whispers my name, followed by a throaty grunt, I know he’s close.
“Such a good girl you are,” he praises, rocking his hips to my movements. “I’m goin’ fuckin’ insane with that hot mouth of yours.”
Gagging at how deep he is, I hollow my cheeks to suck him harder. His hold on me is secure and possessive, but I want to give him everything.
“I’m almost there if you want me to pull out.”
Desperately, I shake my head. I didn’t get on my knees in a dirty food truck I broke into just for him to come in his hand.
When his fingers tighten in my hair and pull my scalp, I brace for it.
Fisher releases a low and rich growl as his back straightens. His stomach tenses as I continue stroking and sucking until he’s completely sated and finished.
Rapid breathing echoes between us as I swallow hard and savor his taste.
“Fuck, Noah. I can’t believe you did that.”
He looks at me in lust and shock when I swipe my finger over my bottom lip to make sure I’ve captured everything.
“We’re not leavin’ yet.” He pulls up his jeans and tucks himself back into his briefs.
After I wipe my chin and smooth down my hair, he effortlessly pulls me to my feet as if I’m weightless. I’m not petite by any standards, but he makes me feel that way by how he manhandles me.
He palms my cheeks while his tongue invades my mouth, and our bodies collide.
One of his hands slides between my thighs, and I spread them wider as he thrusts a finger inside.
“Is this wet pussy for me?” he whispers against my ear, and a shiver radiates down my spine.
“Mm-hmm.” My head falls back as the pad of his thumb circles my clit. He’s hardly touched me, and I’m already breathing like I ran a marathon in the desert.
“Tell me.”
“Yes, I’mso, so,sowet. Please don’t stop.”
“Are ya gonna let me taste this sweet cunt?” He spears a second finger inside. I gasp at the tightness but desperately need more.
“Right here?” I ask.
He chuckles against my ear. “Don’t get shy on me now,AJ. You started this. Let me finish it.”
The way he seductively drawls out my old nickname has me close to the edge and surrendering to his command.
Fisher kneels, lifts my sundress, and swipes his tongue along my aching slit. “Should we see if I can get ya there in eight seconds?”
“Oh my God.” My eyelashes flutter closed as I brace myself against his shoulder and the counter behind me.
After a few moments of him sucking my clit and licking my pussy, he grabs my thigh and lifts it over his shoulder.
“Hang on so I can worship this cunt like the goddess you are. Start countin’.”
I barely have time to register his words before he shoves his whole face between my folds. The way he devours me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m already aware of how addicted I could get to this.
I dig my nails into his thick hair. The roughness of his facial hair scratching against my skin is everything I imagined it’d be. My clit pulses against his tongue as a fresh wave of electricity hits me.
