Page 125 of Sassy Love
Her whimper as she fondles her breasts is all I need. I dive in, sending my tongue deep into her pretty little cunt, pinching herclit with my fingers while the other hand pushes two digits deep inside her.
With a few strokes into her tight pussy, I have her writhing on the bed.
So... I take it all away and push up onto my elbows.
“What? No!” She snaps up off the bed, leaning on her elbows.
“Something wrong?” I raise an eyebrow.
I’m an asshole, I know. But I love seeing her needy as fuck for me. This strong, incredible woman who folds for me. It’s damn addicting.
“You want it, you sit on my face,” I say with a growl.
“No, I can—” She frowns, chest heaving. “Please, just give me more, Laws.”
I shake my head and crawl up the bed. Caging her in, I sweep an arm under her and flip us over.
“Now, on my face.”
She searches my expression for a beat before moving up the bed on her knees.
“Hands on the headboard, Princess.”
“O—kay.”
I knead her ass with my hands. She moans but doesn’t lower her soaked pussy.
“Are you sure?” she whispers.
“Down. Now.”
She doesn’t move, and I slap her ass. Hard.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes.
I grip her hips and plant her pussy over my mouth.
Which earns me a whimpered, “Oh fu-uck. Laws...”
I would tell her she’s a good girl, but my mouth is full. In the best fucking way possible.
I suckle, lick, and fuck her tight cunt with my tongue. Slowly, she starts to rock her hips, her hands sliding over the headboard.
I lap at her entrance, and her chest caves.
I bite down on her clit, and she cries out.
I suckle the sting away, and she screams my name.
I rim her entrance with a finger, and when I feel the first flutter of her pussy, I slide two fingers inside, curling them forward.
The sweet sounds that tumble from her parted lips as she comes all over my damn face will keep me hard for weeks. I’ll never be able to top this moment. Her first time on my face. Big brown doe eyes looking down, holding my gaze, as she falls apart above me.
Fucking priceless.
Fucking priceless, Princess.
Dex and Griff run ahead as we make our way around Central Park. The only reason those two run is so they can drink on the weekends. Never having wanted for a thing save the silver spoon in their mouths they grew up on, the boys are down-to-earth, considering their massive wealth.
