Omens (The Triad 3)

“Be quick about it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said and got to work. I descended on her cunt with fervor. My tongue flattened against her swollen clit before I sucked it into my mouth, making the sweetest moans come out of her mouth.

She pushed my face into her as my tongue swept lower and dipped inside of her, collecting her sweet cream onto my tongue. I swallowed every single fucking drop she would give me as she ground against my lips.

I wanted to take my time, relishing in the taste of her and listen to every single moan I caused to come from those pretty plump lips. But I knew we were on a time crunch, and I needed to get her off quickly.

So I focused all of my attention on that sensitive little nub as I took it into my mouth, between my teeth, and circled it with the tip of my tongue. I did all of her favorite things, keeping up my rhythm and toying with her relentlessly.

“Oh,” she moaned. “You weren’t kidding.” A little laugh escaped her as her thighs tried to grip the sides of my head. “Don’t…don’t stop, baby,” she begged. “I’m going to come.”

I didn’t stop. I kept going, over and over again, in the exact little patterns she loved until she came apart for me, her juices coating my chin. I licked her clean, her muscles jumping with each swipe across her sensitive clit, and then stood to put her panties back in place and fix her dress back over her thighs.

“You look stupid proud of yourself,” she said with a laugh, wiping her release off my chin and cheeks.

“Probably because I am.”

“I’ll take care of this later,” she said, running her hand over my cock, which was straining against my jeans. I didn’t even care about that. All I wanted in that moment was to relax her and give her some much-needed love.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself before I picked her back up and carried her out of the bathroom.

“I can walk,” she said.

“If you can walk, I didn’t do my job properly. Do I need to take you back into that bathroom and fuck you until you can’t stand?”

“As much as I would like that, baby,” she said, kissing me on the cheek as I carried her through the house and back out to the garage where everyone was waiting, “I think they’re probably getting a little sick of waiting.”