It’s maddening.
As much as I want to feel him on my clit, I’m thoroughly enjoying the teasing and anticipation of it all. So I’m still winning in the end.
He may be an asshole, but it’s obvious he knows exactly what he’s doing.
I’m not prepared for that jolt of electric pleasure that shoots up my spine when his hot tongue finally finds my clit. It’s a quick, but firm, flick that sneaks up under my love button.
My back arches instinctively, and I can’t help but let out a soft moan.
I expect another to follow, but I feel his lips kissing the mound of flesh over it instead.
“Your sweet nectar is of the gods.”
The way he says it has me in goose bumps. It’s like every syllable drips with lust like venom from snake.
“Then stop teasing and be a good boy.”
His tongue slips in between the folds of my wet lips and up to my clit. I let out a moan of approval.
As he kisses my clit, I feel the back of his tongue slide down in between my pussy lips once more. It’s slow and methodical. Like a surgeon operating on a patient.
I feel his lips surround my clit and a sudden, firm suck follows. I inhale sharply as a wave of ecstasy crashes into my core.
His lips and tongue alternate between kisses, licks, and sucks that have my head swirling. It’s almost mind-numbing to the point I can’t even remember my own fucking name.
Now this is the best kind of stress relief that anyone can ever ask for.
I’m certain that just his tongue alone is going to push me over the top. And it nearly does. But when I feel him slide his finger inside me I feel like I’ve been pushed into deeper depths.
“Ooohhh.”
I can’t help myself. McSexy has my thighs trembling.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop. Make me fucking cum!” I yell.
I grab another handful of his dark hair and find myself clinging to him for dear life. It feels like a tsunami washes over me and sends me crashing back to shore. Little waves washing over me as I slowly begin to come down from the intense rush.
He stands up before me with a shit-eating grin and begins to lick my juices from his fingers.
I want to hate him, but it’s so fucking hot.
We share a look that tells each other that we want more.
“Couch. Now.”
I pull my lingerie up over my head and toss it aside without much thought.
When I look at him, I see he hasn’t even budged.
“I won’t say it again. Couch.”
There is a sloppy, slurping noise that comes from his lips as he licks the last of me from him and moves over to the couch.
I contemplate getting on my knees and tasting that mammoth cock of his, but I just really want to sit on it and ride him until he submits.
What is a woman to do?
My knees hit the cool hardwood floor and I push his legs apart. The sight of his cock before me has me second-guessing my course of action.