Page 105 of The Only Thing That's Real
Placing her leg over my shoulder, she holds the material of her skirt against her belly, so she can watch as she offers herself up to me. I spread her sweet pussy open until all of her is exposed. Flattening my tongue against her slit, I lick her like an ice cream cone. The cherry on top is the bundle of nerves that the tip of my tongue works over. Her hands grip my hair, holding me in place. She’s got me right where she wants me, and I’m not going anywhere.
Pulling back to watch, I slide two of my fingers in and out of her. I love seeing and feeling how wet she is as she glistens in front of me. Her body moves up and down with the rhythm of my fingers. My thumb brushes over her mostsensitive part. Her body shivers and her hands tangled in my hair urge my mouth toward her.
“You ready, baby?”
She moans. “Please.”
“I want to hear you.”
“Okay.”
Like a man starved, I suck her clit into my mouth and then work at a pace I know will send her soaring. I give her what she’s craving with my fingers and my mouth. If I could earn a living feasting on Ryan Jameson, she would never leave the house. She is the finest of delicacies, and I’m the only one who gets the pleasure of tasting her.
“Right there. God, Knox. I’m going to...” she whispers.
Stopping, I growl. “Louder.”
“There are people everywhere.”
“I don’t give a fuck who can hear you. I want you to scream my name when you come all over my face.” I begin a brutally slow pace with my fingers again. “Understood?”
“Yes,” she agrees to my terms. She’d likely do anything I ask if it meant she gets to climax.
“Good girl.”
Diving back into my favorite meal, I’m relentless. Pumping and licking until her muscles clinch around my hand.
“Knox, right there.” Her grip on my head tightens, her way of telling me not to move even a centimeter or she’ll rip the hair in her hands right out of my head.
I don’t move until her body stiffens. Her tell that says she’s about to fall into bliss. It gets me off to know Ican do this to her.
“Say it.” My words vibrate around her pulsing core, as I intended them to.
The moment the words are out of my mouth, she screams my name as her body shatters into a million beautiful pieces.
Not wanting it to end, regardless of what the concrete floor is doing to my knees, I keep up my relentless pace until her body relaxes. The peak of her climax reached, she comes down from her hit of ecstasy. Following her body’s lead, I withdraw my fingers and suck them dry.
“You’re a maniac, you know that?” She unhooks her leg from my shoulder, dropping her foot to the floor.
“You’re the one who showed up looking like a damn snack. You knew what you were doing.”
Biting her lip, she doesn’t deny my accusation. “Can I have my thong back now?”
“Sorry, but no. I’ll be keeping it.” I pull the tiny scrap of lace out of my pocket and inhale deeply.
“Like I said. Maniac.”
There’s a knock on the door before Trevor bellows, “Five minutes.”
“Shit.” She holds her hand out. “Here, give it.”
“I wasn’t joking. Consider your unmentionables my rose quartz.”
“This skirt is short, Knox. You sure about that?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” I shove the material back in my pocket.
“Fine, whatever. We need to get you cleaned up, though.” She tries to wipe the proof of her from my face.
