Kiss My Putt (Summersweet Island 1)

Like every fantasy I’ve ever jerked off to about her.

Without a word, she sits up from leaning back on her hands and grabs the hem of her T-shirt, slowly bringing it up and off her body until a blue lace bra the same color as her thong I tossed to the side is the only thing she’s wearing, hugging her tits and pushing them up until my mouth waters with need to put my mouth on them.

“Completely naked?” she teases quietly with a smirk, her hands behind her back as she pauses from unhooking her bra.

“Birdie,” I growl out a warning, my hands darting out to clutch onto her bare thighs, spreading her legs for me just a little bit more until I’m the one panting as I stare at the juncture of her thighs, needing to put my mouth on her and taste her like I need air to breathe.

Unclenching my tight hold on her thighs, I ease up and skim my palms softly up and down the tops of her legs, my eyes darting quickly back and forth between her legs and where Birdie is finally unclasping her bra and then tossing it to the side, and holy fucking hell…

“Christ… I need a minute,” I rasp, leaning back a little so I can take it all in.

Birdie leans back on her hands again, keeping her legs spread and letting me look my fill. Her full, perfect tits and pert nipples just begging for my tongue, down to her narrow waist and impressive abs, since I know she’s a stickler for working out just as much as I am, to her hot… wet… tight pussy, her legs now spreading wide enough for my broad shoulders, the sweetheart.

My mouth waters, my balls are so fucking heavy they hurt, and my dick throbs in my shorts as my hands slide around the underside of her thighs, and I push them between the desk and her ass, kneading it in my hands before looking up long enough to give a flushed and panting Birdie a wink as her hands slide her back a little more on the desk, while I curse myself for not jerking off at least fifteen times before I got here.

“Sorry, sweet cheeks. Desk screwing will have to wait a minute.”

Birdie has just enough time to raise one sculpted eyebrow at me questioningly before I’m squeezing harder onto her ass and yanking the lower half of her body up off the desk higher, dropping my head between her thighs, and finally finding out what heaven is like when I get my first taste of her.CHAPTER 22Birdie

“I think I’m caught in a trap.”“Holy shit, oh, my god!” I scream, my palms losing their hold on the desk behind me as they quickly slip out from under me and my back thumps down onto the desk.

My shoulders and the back of my head dig into paperwork strewn on top of my desk as my back arches and my toes curl when Palmer’s warm, wet mouth wraps around my clit.

There’s nothing I can do but close my eyes and hold on tight with a firm grip on Palmer’s short hair as his head bobs between my spread thighs, while he clutches tightly to my ass and pulls my body against his mouth. I can barely take in air with each swirl and swipe of his tongue around my swollen and aching bud as he feasts on me like I’m the most delicious treat anyone has ever put in front of him. I let out a loud, choking moan when he wraps his lips around my clit and just sucks… and sucks and sucks, and laves his tongue all around while he’s sucking and sweet Jesus, did he take a class on this?

“Christ, Birdie, you taste like heaven,” Palmer mutters between my legs, his hot breath panting over my aching center when he pulls his mouth away from me.

He slowly slides one of his fingers through my wetness, swirling the pad of his fingertip around and around my clit a few times until I’m panting his name and writhing on top of the desk, gripping his hair so hard I might be pulling some of it out. “Do you have any idea how hot it is knowing I made you this wet?”

His voice is a whisper of awe, and I open my eyes long enough to look down my body to see him watching what he’s doing, his fingertip moving achingly slow around my clit before sliding back down, making me let out a loud gasp when he slowly slides that long, thick finger inside me.

“Please,” I beg him when he just holds his finger still, my clit throbbing, needing his mouth back on me. “Palmer….”

That’s all it takes; just a quiet, whispered moan of his name and he’s muttering another curse before his mouth is on me again, wrapping around my clit and sucking it past his lips while his finger slowly and torturously moves in out of me.