Exhaling a strained breath, I part her pussy lips with two fingers. “Good,” I murmur. “You’re beautiful, Flick. And so very wet for me already.”
“I—Oh, god.” She gazes down at me in amazement as I knead my thumb and middle finger back and forth over her clit. “That feels… It feels—”
It feels like she’s about to come, but I’m not ready for that. Not for a while. I lower my mouth between her thighs and trail my tongue up her slit—over and over again until she gasps for air and claws at her dress so forcefully it might rip in half. I’m convinced she’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever tasted. Her cunt even smells like vanilla and innocence. I catch her clit between my teeth, sucking her slowly. She curves her body toward mine, asking for more with her moans and the way she lifts her dress higher around her waist.
“My greedy virgin,” I growl and circle my tongue around her slit. “I already know I won’t be able to get enough of you.”
“Thirty days,” she says, then cries out when I work a finger into her pussy and delve into her with shallow thrusts. She’s tight. Perfect and dripping around my knuckle. “The agreement was for thirty days, remember?”
Deciding not to acknowledge her reminder, I risk adding a second finger. At the sensation of a new pressure, she bolts upright, dark brown hair falling around her face as she contracts around my fingers.
“Ohhh!”
“Am I hurting you?” She shakes her head, so I keep going. “Good then lay the fuck back. It’s okay to come, Flick. I want you to. I want to taste every inch of you starting right—” Breathing against her pussy, I ignore my cock straining in my pants to let me know it wants to taste every inch of her too. “—here.”
I lick a path back down her slit, trading my fingers for my tongue. My hand is wet—so fucking wet—but I grasp her thighs and dive in deeper while she pants and soaks my tongue with her juices. She’s close. I can taste it on her cunt and feel it in her quaking legs.
Leaning away from her, I grin at her expression, then bend my head to tug her soft fold between my teeth.
“Jackson,” she whispers, threading her hand through my hair.
I cock my head to the side to get out of her grip and kiss the backs of her fingers before she jerks them to her mouth. “You want to come for me, sweet girl?”
“No,” she moans but even then, she’s raising her hips to my mouth, silently insisting I take her where she needs to go.
She’s so beautiful. So ripe and delicious. So mine.
“You filthy fucking liar,” I laugh and sweep my knuckles over her soaked entrance. Making eye contact with me just as I lick her off my fingers, she turns her head to hide her flush. “Tell me you want to come, Flick. Tell me. And I want you to look at me while you’re doing it.”
She doesn’t at first, so I stop touching her. No fingers. No tongue. I won’t give her a thing until she can look me in the eye. “Please,” she whispers through her teeth. When I raise my brows, green eyes settle on mine. She wriggles her hips and repeats, “Please … Jackson.”
My name falling from her lips is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, so I drive my tongue into her snug hole without taunting her anymore. She scratches at my shoulder with one hand and uses the other to bite down on her knuckles, but it doesn’t stop her from singing my name. Her cries grow louder and louder the closer she gets to coming undone. I suck and lick until she can’t take anymore and she’s grinding my tongue.
“I’ve never—” She moves her hips faster and I know she’s about to explode. “I don’t know if—” A low hum of pleasure erupts from the back of her throat and she throws her head back as it builds into a scream. Her thighs quake around the sides of my head. “Oh, god, what are you doing to me?”
Giving you your first real orgasm, Little Flick.
Since I’ve got a mouthful of pussy, though, and no intention of giving it up, I simply smirk and tongue her faster as she comes. She scratches at me. Screams and creams. And when she’s given me everything, she squeezes her eyes tightly while the tremors shock through her.
Temporarily satisfied, I pull away from her body. I sit on the edge of the coffee table and watch as she comes down from her high, panting harshly because she’s out of air. After the waves pass, she parts her long lashes to glance up at me with those big, innocent eyes.
“What … now?” she gasps.