Page 86 of Sticky Fingers
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Malcolm
I’ve only gottenher shirt unbuttoned about half way, and that seems like the biggest fucking travesty to date. I’m so fucking hard that I should just rip the damn thing off her body.
Pulling her towards me, I start working on her blouse again, and she shimmies out of her other clothes. By the time I have the last button undone, I’m looking at her bare, beautiful pussy.
I swear, I just want to eat her up. Without a second thought, I drop to my knees and shove her back against the wall.
The white lace bra she’s wearing barely holds in her heaving breasts as I knead and pull them together.
“So fucking perfect,” I groan, giving them an extra firm squeeze.
My excitement and her squeal turn into a moan as her head drops back on the wall.
Licking the lace, I watch her coral nipples stiffen against the thin fabric before I lean in to suck one into my mouth.
Sonia is flailing her arms wildly, and I realize she’s trying to get the shirt off; finally, it drops to the floor behind her.
Her hands grab my head, stroking my hair while I suck and squeeze her chest before sliding my right hand behind her to unclasp her bra.
I finally have access to all the flesh I’ve been fucking dreaming about.
“Yes, Malcolm.” She’s pulling me into her chest and arching her back in abandon as we press together.
I haven’t felt this much crazy lust since I was a horny teenager in the back of a car. She’s like a spark that just seems to kick things off and then light them up like a fucking firecracker.
I press her back and start kissing her chest, between her tits—open-mouth kisses turning into biting as my excitement grows. Kissing, licking, and occasionally biting, I try to be gentle as I work my way down her perfect skin.
Running my fingers gently between her legs, I feel how wet and excited she is.
Thank fucking God. I want her to be as ready as I am. And since my cock could be used as a jackhammer, that’s pretty fucking ready.
Using two fingers, I slowly circle her bud, spreading her slick pussy juices around. My mouth is watering in anticipation. Lifting a leg up, I pull it onto my shoulder and kiss her thigh before turning my attention back to her dewy center.
Flushed and ready, her pretty pussy calls to me.
I lean in to slowly run my tongue in a tight circle around her clit. That’s all it takes, and she’s grabbing my head and grinding against me wildly.
Grabbing her chest, I push her back gently. “Wait, baby. I want to taste you first. Give me a minute.”
Her lust-filled expression as she looks down on me is a bit crazed.
“I know, honey,” I say, “but hang on and be patient for me.”
I rub her tits soothingly, her eyelids droop, and her head falls back against the wall again.
“I’ll try.” She’s panting and shutting her eyes and mouth for a second to try and slow her breathing. “I’ll try, but don’t expect too much. I’ll give you a few minutes and then I’m going to jump you.”
“Promises, promises,” I taunt her, smiling.
Dipping my head, I push a finger inside her pussy while I circle her clit with my tongue.
Fuck me. She tastes like the sweet nectar of the gods. I didn’t even realize how much I needed this until I had my face here.
Groaning, I sweep up and around and then down, just penetrating her with my finger. Her cries and moans, as she arches in front of me, are music to my ears.
Her swaying tits are captured by her hands as she grinds against my face and watches me. Mouth wide, she moans louder, and her eyelids drop again.
