Page 61 of A False Start
“Oh goddamn. That a girl.” My voice is a raspy growl, still acutely aware that we need to keep it down in here. “How do you feel?”
She whimpers, voice thick. “Full.”
I’m certain I’ve never been harder in my life. My cock aches and wetness glistens on my crown. If I don’t tear my eyes away from Nadia riding her fingers for me, I’m going to blow all over her right here and now.
“That’s it. Lose the fucking sweater.”
She makes a quiet whining sound as she tears her hands away to pull the sweater over her head, but before she can even finish, I dive and run my tongue through her soaked core. Just once.
“Oh, God!” She curses as she chucks the shirt across the tent and then pushes up on her elbows to stare down at me.
“Do you have any idea how delicious you are, Wildflower?” I can’t stop my eyes from roaming her bare body as I kneel above her. “How delicious?”
She opens her legs even wider, breasts heaving. I love how bold she is. How unashamed.
“Greedy girl.”
“I am.”
Her pussy glistens before me. “You’re fucking soaked. And you taste like candy.”
Her fingers curl into the sleeping bag beneath her, the sound of her nails sliding across the nylon loud in the otherwise quiet tent. The corners of her heart-shaped lips tip up as she smirks in my direction and shrugs lightly. “I could be wetter.”
Brat.
I run my tongue over my teeth, lower my head, and then spit on her already slick pussy.
“Fuck.” She gasps as I shove one finger into her roughly.
“Is that better for you?” I add a second finger and her silky heat clenches, wrapping around them.
“Yes!” Her legs tremble under the strain of holding them open so wide. I add a third finger and feel her pulse, working to fit me in.
I pump into her and smile. “I’m going to be so fucking good to you, Wildflower.”
“You better,” she says breathlessly, a shadow of emotion flitting across her face.
And with that plea, I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and make myself comfortable between her legs, watching my fingers disappear into her body, setting a leisurely pace.
“First you come in my mouth. Then you come on my cock.”
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Nadia
Griffin sayshe trips over his tongue. I say he has itmastered.
His tongue glides between my legs in a way I’ve never felt in my life. Most men I’ve been with treated going down on me like a chore, like the lead up to the main event.
But Griffin? He’s treating my pussy like it’s the star of the fucking show.
Every lick. Every nip. Every suck. He pushes me higher. He curls his fingers inside me, stroking a spot that has my legs shaking uncontrollably.
When I said I could be wetter, Ilied.I lied so goddamn hard. And then he spat on me, which just drove me crazy. Who knew I’d be so into that?
“How are you so fucking good at this?” I flop back on the pillow, one arm flung over my flaming face, the other tangled in his hair while I revel in the feel of his lips on my pussy as his beard scrapes against me. His fingers dig into the thigh that he has shoved up high and wide, and I keep my other one wrapped around the back of his bare shoulders, clamping him to me while I grind down on him.
He shoves me close to the edge and then yanks me back from it. Practically torturing me. Dragging this out in the most delicious way.Hello, sensory overload.
