Page 44 of Better Not Pout
Once this is done, this fake bullshit, how am I ever going to go back to being just her neighbor? Someone she says hi to on the street when passing by, not the man who gets the honor of devouring her like this.
I shouldn’t even be thinking that right now—hell, at all or ever—but I can’t stop the thought from filling my head.
The air surrounding us is tense and thick as I hold her gaze steadily, never wavering as I bring my mouth inches from her pussy.
“Do you think you can be a good girl and do what I say?”
A smile plays at her lips as she nods.
I look down at her pussy, her arousal glistening in the low light, and fuck, I cansmellhow wet she is.
My cock is fucking throbbing.
“I want you to keep your hands on the edge of the hot tub, and don’t let go. If you let go, I stop.” Using my thumbs to part her pussy lips open, I look up to see her manage another nod.
And then, I flatten my tongue and drag it through her pussy, ass to clit, in a slow, unhurried motion as I taste her. I’m unable to hold back my groan, the sound vibrating against her slick skin. Because fuck.
Rosalie Sullivan tastes like mine.
Sweet and so fucking delicious, just the way I imagined, only so much better, and Christ, I want to drown in her.
I want every drop from her cunt on my tongue until she’s a panting, writhing mess. And only then will I fill her with my cock, my hands gripping those curves like they were made just for me, because fuck, they were. I’m convinced of it.
“The sweetest pussy. Like fucking candy.” The irony isn’t lost on me as I rasp the words, my eyes finding hers up the length of her perfect body. When I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, her head lolls back onto her shoulders, a breathy whimper tearing out of her as she arches her back and thrusts her hips toward my mouth.
Her responsiveness only makes me more desperate for her, and I press my face into her pussy and eat it like a starved man, circling her clit with my tongue, flicking and lapping at the nubuntil she’s gasping for air, her breathy little moans reverberating around us.
“Wells… Oh God,” she pants, her fingers slipping into my hair. “That’s…”
My lips curve against her pussy, and I stop, pulling back to look up at her, one brow arched.
Her eyes slowly flutter open when I do, those pouty lips parted, ready to protest.
As much as I love feeling her fingers buried in my hair, tugging hard on the strands as she attempts to ride my face, the hot tub is wet and slick, and I don’t want her to fall, even if I’m holding on to her.
“I thought you were going to be a good girl, Rosalie.” Her eyes flare with desire and also annoyance, and I chuckle as she squirms. “I don’t want you to fall, Sugar. Now, hands back. I want to lick your pretty little cunt until you come all over my face.”
With one last heated look, one that says how much she likes it when I say these filthy things to her, she obeys. The second her hand finds the edge again, I dive back in, lapping at her pussy.
Using two fingers, I circle her entrance, teasing as I suck on her clit before slowly slipping them inside her.
Holy fuck, she’s so goddamn warm and wet, clamping down around my fingers as she moans unabashedly, the sound washing over me in waves and making my balls draw up tight.
So fucking perfect. When I hook my fingers along the front wall of her pussy and stroke in sync with my tongue’s assault on her clit, her soft, thick thighs crash into me as she attempts to close them.
I can feel her tightening, her body already prepping for climax, so I let go of her clit and pull back, my fingers stilling inside her.
I want to tease her, build up her orgasm until it’s an out-of-body experience, until I ruin her for anyone after me. Edge her until she’s to the point of no return.
“W-why did you stop?”
My breath fans on her pussy, blowing a gust of cold air, and she trembles, tightening her legs around me.
“I want you to come on my cock, Sugar. I need to be inside you.” I stand, her gaze dropping down to my cock, which is hard as fuck, straining against the wet fabric of my boxers. Her eyes widen, and she grasps her bottom lip between her teeth before finding my eyes again, pupils blown wide. “I can’t do what I want to do to you out here without worrying if you’ll get hurt.”
“Yes, please.” The words are breathless.
Tossing a leg over the side of the hot tub, I step out, nearly hissing as my cock brushes against the side.
