“Open your legs and lie back,” I snarl. “Fuck, I need to see that sweet cunt. Are you wet, Juliana?”
I already know the answer. The moment I tore her panties off, I smelled her, a gorgeous tangy scent that swims in the air.
But I need to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she moans. “I’m s-soaked.”
Hearing her say it – in that nervous-yet-brave tone of hers – sends me even deeper into a frenzy.
I fall to my knees and grab her hips, digging my fingers into the bounty of her flesh, feeling how hot she is, how ready she is to be manhandled by me, and only me.
She yelps like a sexy fucking goddess when I pull her toward me so that she’s half hanging off the couch, her thighs propped on my shoulders, and her torso angled upward. I pull her even closer, bringing my face to her naked pink pussy, and take a deep breath.
I inhale her scent, letting it move through me, her tangy womb-laden smell moving through my body and telling my seed that she’s ripe and fertile and ready to be fucked into motherhood.
But there’s no damn way I’m rushing that part, not now, not when I can almost taste her sweet juices on my tongue.
“Keep rubbing your tits,” I snarl.
“Okay, okay,” she gasps.
I look up, over a belly that tells me she knows how to take care of herself and will do the same for our children, to make sure she’s doing as she’s told.
She grabs her breasts and pushes them together, causing her flesh to ripple and dance for me.
“Fuck,” I growl, and then I bring my mouth to her core in a predator’s kiss.
She gasps and writhes against me, and I grab her and hold her in place.
I’d die before I let this gorgeously pussy get away from me now.
I drag my tongue up and down her lips, making her shiver, and then I move to her clit. It’s red and engorged, she’s so needy for the pleasure. It feels hotter than the rest of her pussy, burning against my tongue. I move the tip of my tongue in circles around it, and then something snaps in me.
Control becomes impossible.
I eat her, consume her like a beast.
I open my mouth wide and press my upper lip against her clit and my lower lip against her hole, darting my tongue everywhere in between.
Her moans rise musically into the air.
She twitches against me, grinding her pussy against my mouth.
“That’s it,” I growl, moving my lips less than a hair’s breadth from her pussy. My lips grind against her as I speak. “Chase that fucking orgasm. Make that hole nice and creamy for me. Come, Juliana. Come like a good fucking girl.”
Her moans become strangled when I fuse my lips to her pussy again, eating her with even more ferocity, thinking of nothing but the taste of her, the texture of her full, swollen lips in my mouth.
I return to her clit, sucking on it, hard.
I suck it right into my mouth and then attack it with my tongue.
She wriggles even faster, starting to buck now.
There’s an explosion waiting deep inside of her.
I usher it out, licking her with even more speed, hungry to taste the flood of cream I know is going to gush out at any moment.
“I’m—fuck—Jett—”
I move my hands from her thighs to her ass, grabbing her flesh in big handfuls as I feast myself on her pussy.
Her body pulses and her hole flutters against my lips as the orgasm shatters through her. I look up over the mound of her pussy, captivated by the way she grabs her breasts as she releases, turning parts of her flesh red with her tight grip, so lost in her orgasm.
I’m rewarded with the juices my body desperately needs, squirting come moving over my tongue and around my lips.
She’s so tangy, so wonderfully fucking ripe.
I could spend hours just smelling all the different scents of her pussy, all the different scents of her.
Finally, her bucking stops and she collapses back, her hands falling to the side.
She draws in big breaths, her chest rising and falling frantically.
I stand up and loom over her, my cock fit for bursting now, ready to explode at any second.
“Now, is that cunt good and ready?” I growl.
Something flares across her face, almost like she’s in pain.
“I don’t—oh, Jett.”
“What?” I demand. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s … I want to.”
“What’s wrong?” I say, firmly.
She stares at me for a moment, but then seems to grow weak, and turns her face away.
“I’m a virgin,” she murmurs.
Chapter Eight
Juliana
I go on in a rush, “I want to do it. I really do. But I don’t know if I’m ready—for that. Tonight has been so crazy and, oh, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Jett. I’ll do it. If you want me to. Forget what I said. I don’t need to be ready. I’ll—”