Page 43 of Dump Tackle My Heart
Soft curses and tangled limbs.
There’s a moment where I think this can’t just be fun anymore.
Not for me.
Because I feel too much.
His arms around me feel like home.
His mouth on my skin feels like destiny.
And every time he whispers my name, it sounds like a promise.
“You gonna let me have you again, Sweetheart? Tell me.”
He’s licking a trail from my belly button, over the scar I have on my hip from falling off a motorcycle when I was eighteen all the way down to where I need him the most.
“Yes, fuck, you can have me, please,” I whimper.
He blows on my sex, teasing me with his nearness.
Then I hear it.The spray of the can a moment before cold, whipped cream lands on my naked pussy.
“Ooh!”
It’s more surprise than discomfort, but I gasp again anyway.
“Easy, don’t ruin my dessert,” he growls, holding me still with his beefcake hands.
I mean to protest, but he licks me clean in one go, and then, he’s just eating me.
And oh my, but he does it so well.
He licks into me, moaning his delight as his shoulders keep my legs wide open.
“You taste so good, Love. Better than candy,” he grunts.
I’m lost to his ministrations, but then he—holy fucking shit—he parts my cheeks and spitsthere.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, licking my clit while he presses his thumb to my hole and shoves two fingers inside my pussy.
My entire body trembles, caught somewhere between desperation and bliss.
Every nerve ending in me is lit up.
I feel so,sofull of sensation.
It’s not enough.
It’s too much.
I want more.
“Please,” I whisper—no, beg—my voice breaking on the word.
My hands claw at the rug, my hair falling like a curtain around my flushed face.
“Please, I-I need?—”
