Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

“Please…make me come?” she barely breathed.

Flattening my tongue, I finally licked straight across her clit, making her squeal. “I know

you’re shy, baby, but you’re going to have to ask for things you want sometimes.” Working

my finger slowly in and out of her snug wetness, I licked upward, sweeping my tongue

straight across her swollen, desperate clit.

“Oh my God,” she moaned, her hands finding my hair and gripping me tightly. “Please.”

I wished I could tell her how absolutely beautiful she looked in this moment. Her delicate

skin was slightly flushed, her hair wild in a halo around her. Her wide, bright eyes looked

startled, but so pretty, as her luscious rosebud mouth fell open into a sexy O.

I stopped my steady licking to tease a circle around her little nub until she was nearly

vibrating with need. “Please don’t tease me,” she cried. “Mitch… I need…”

My erection was grinding into the bed beneath me as I dug in, licking hard and fast at her

sweet little clit.

I always wanted to be the man who would give her everything she needed, and my own

needs were going to have to wait until my girl was ready, and thoroughly satisfied.

CHAPTER SEVEN

* Becca *

Being so completely open, so vulnerable to Mitch was spinning my mind into another

stratosphere. Feeling his hot, wet tongue right against my button of nerves was more

sensation than I’d ever tried to process before.

Grinding against him shamelessly, I pulled his hair as I worked my naked pussy against his

hot mouth. The pressure of his thick finger pushing into me was making me feel like he was

completely in control, something I never knew that I had craved.

“Yes…yes, please!” I wailed, as the waves of heat built inside me, about to boil over.

Every single muscle in my entire body tensed at the same time. At that second, I realized I

wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted him to open me, the two of us sharing the same

space. As the pleasure spilled over me in a chaotic, twitching blanket of bliss, I screamed,

wiggling against his tongue as I fell back against the bed.

When I finally stopped moving, Mitch removed his finger, lapping gently around my pussy

lips as if he was truly enjoying my taste. “I can’t believe how delicious you are,” he