Page 49 of Chasing Wildflowers
I release her nipple with a pop, and gaze down into her hunger filled eyes. “That’s right, baby. That’s the name you’re going to be screaming while you come all over my cock.”
I trail kisses down her body, as she becomes a writhing mess beneath me. My mouth waters when I drop to my knees, eyes landing on her dripping pussy. Her scent hits me, and a low groan rips from my throat. My dick begins to throb painfully against my zipper, begging to be released.
My eyes lock with hers as I lower my head, tasting her for the first time. I drag my tongue through her wet slit, a low growl leaving my throat, as her taste sends shockwaves through my body. She tastes fucking delicious.
I spread her with my thumbs, and flatten my tongue, running it from her opening to her clit. A mix of whimpers and moans spill from her lips when I suck the tight little bud into my mouth.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her.
I spear her with my tongue and her back bows off the bed, her hands sinking into my hair, holding me in place as she rides my face.
When she’s close I replace my tongue with two fingers, slowly working them into her tight heat. I latch onto her clit and curl my fingers, gliding them along her G-spot.
“Fuuuckkk!” she screams, head thrown back, hips lifting off the bed.
“Eyes on me,” I warn.
Her eyes snap to mine.
“Your eyes stay on me while I make you come.”
I thrust my fingers fast, adding a third, stretching her. A strangled cry rips from her throat when I wrap my lips around her clit, tugging gently. Her grip tightens in my hair, her hips rising and falling as she chases her release.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate. She’s right on the edge. I bite down on her clit, teeth dragging over the sensitive bud. She detonates, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she rides out each wave of pleasure.
“JAMESON!” It comes out half scream, half moan.
I let her ride it out, wanting to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body. Not stopping until she falls back against the bed, loose and sated. I withdraw my fingers, eyes locked with hers as I bring them from my mouth, sucking each one clean.
I groan, wishing I could drown in her taste. I’ll never get enough. “Fuck baby, you looked so beautiful coming apart, on my fingers.” I stand, gripping my shirt by the collar and pull it off in one fluid motion. “But now I need you to come all over my cock.”
Her head snaps up, pupils blowing wide with lust. She’s never seen me without my shirt on, and by the look in her eyes, she approves.
“Come here, baby,” I murmur, hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her to her knees.
Her hand lands on my chest, fingers tracing the vibrant ink covering my skin. I release her, giving her free rein to touch me. I’ve denied her long enough.
I stand perfectly still, hands clenched at my sides as she explores my body, my skin heating under her touch. She runs her hand down my chest, stopping when she reaches my waist. Her eyes stay on me as she flicks open the button.
I dig my nails into my palms, fighting to stay in control. “Tell me what you want, Wildflower.” I grit out, voice rough with need.
Her eyes trail down my body. “I want to see you naked.”
I take her hand, pulling her off the bed to her feet. “Then undress me, Lane.”
She looks at me through her lashes, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her hands are steady as she lowers my zipper, the metal a soft rasp against fabric.
My eyes stay locked on her as she slowly lowers to her knees, biting and licking her way down my abs. She pulls my boots off, one at a time, tossing them across the room, landing with a loud thunk.
She gives a slow, sexy smile, her eyes alight with mischief. Her hands return to my waistband, slow and deliberate, the air growing thick with heat. Her eyes stay on me as she pushes my pants and boxers down my legs.
My aching cock springs forward, hard and heavy between. Slowly, she lowers her eyes and a surprised gasp leaves her mouth as she stares wide-eyed at the silver bar that goes through the head of my dick and comes out the tip. A reverse Prince Albert.
Her eyes snap back to mine.
I smirk. “Do you like it, baby?”
She nods, and flicks the tip of her tongue over the before silver ball coming out of the tip.
