Page 41 of Sticky Fingers
“Don’t think you’ll get the prize right away,” he continues, pulling his cock out from between my lips. “We’ve just gotten started…”
With that, he smiles and rolls to the side. As he does it, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to lie down on the mattress. Now on top of me, his hands pinning my body against the bed, I gasp as I realize that I’m at his mercy.
He can do anything he wants...and that’s exactly whatIwant.
“Fuck me,” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. “Fuck me hard, Malcolm.”
“Oh, are you in a hurry?” he whispers, a soft laugh hiding behind his words. “I will fuck you hard...but first, I want to taste that pussy of yours.”
Fuck. I never heard something as beautiful as that.
I arch my back as I feel his tongue sliding down my stomach, his hands now on my knees, forcing my legs apart. I gasp as I feel his warm breath on my pussy, and then I almost explode as I feel the tip of his tongue against my clit.
Just like that, he dives in.
Pressing his mouth hard against my pussy, he devours me like no one has ever done before. Hell, he’s better with his mouth than most men are with their cocks. Malcolm Push is, to put it simply, a step above all other men.
“That’s...so...GOOD!” I shout out loud, tangling my fingers on his hair and pushing his head down.
At the same time, I push my hips up, forcing my pussy against his mouth with all my might.
With my eyes closed, I surrender to that pleasant void. It embraces me, wrapping its electric arms around me, and I let my whole body be consumed by the rage of a violent orgasm.
My God, I don’t think I’ve ever screamed this loud before.
“FUCK!”
