Page 89 of Babies for the Big Shot
That’s it.
That’s fucking it.
I explode with a guttural groan, hips jerking, cock pulsing hard as I empty into her mouth. Hot. Endless. Mine.
She takes it. Every drop.
Eyes locked on mine the whole time like she needs it. Like she lives for it.
When I’m spent, she pulls back slowly, licking her lips like it’s dessert.
“Open,” I command, voice still rough.
She does.
Tongue out. Mouth open. Nothing left but the shine of her devotion and the wicked glint in her eye.
I growl low, dragging her up onto the couch, into my lap, arms wrapped tight around her, never letting go.
“Fuck, Sara. That mouth should be illegal.”
She grins, lazy and ruined and smug. “Then arrest me.”
I kiss her. Deep. Tongue tasting the last traces of myself on her lips.
“I’m not done with you,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Good,” she murmurs. “Because I want to be ruined over and over again.”
I wiggle my brows playfully. If that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get…
“Legs up,” I rasp, voice low and cracked with hunger, hooking her thighs over my shoulders as I slide down her body. She’s boneless and breathless, flushed from everything I just gave her, but I’m not fucking done.
I anchor her to the couch with my palms just under her knees. “You said you wanted my mouth,” I murmur, meeting her wide eyes. “I’m giving it to you.”
Her anticipation spikes, but she still doesn’t know.
She doesn’t know what she does to me like this.
I push her legs higher, folding her nearly in half, until her knees are almost to her chest. The angle tips her hips toward me, makes her tremble. She’s open, exposed, completely mine. Pussy flushed and soaked, pulsing from the orgasm I just wrung out of her.
And I lose it.
I dive in, driven by a hunger I can’t ignore. I need her. If I don’t have her, I might as well not exist.
“S… shit, Nick!”
She tries to twist away, too sensitive, too undone…
But that only makes my cock throb harder.
She’s shaking. Already wrecked. And I haven’t even really started.
I wrap my arms around her thighs and lock her down, burying my mouth between her legs. I lick her in one long, claiming stripe, from the slick heat of her entrance to her swollen, aching clit. I drag my tongue in circles, flatten it, then flick…
Then I suck her clit into my mouth andgroan, deep and filthy and raw, as if the sound alone might brand her.
She jerks, gasping. I don’t let up.
