“There you go, that wasn’t so hard. Now show me how badly you want to come. Fucking earn it,” I growled against her dripping opening before diving in. I flattened my tongue and licked a path from her tight little asshole to her swollen clit.
Slowly, tentatively, her hips began to rock, and it wasn’t long before she was riding my face. As I licked up every drop of her arousal like it was my source of existence.
My fingers slowly crept further and further inwards, starting to ever so lightly caress the sensitive skin there.
“Fuck, Hotshot!”
I doubled down, fucking her with my tongue as my fingers danced dangerously close to her asshole, never touching it. Sierra’s legs trembled, her hips gyrating against my face, her juices dripping like honey into my mouth, running down my chin. She was soaked.
“Goddamn, that feels good. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop!” Her voice sounded desperate, which told me two things — one, it wouldn’t be long before she would come apart on my tongue, and two, it had clearly been too long since she’d been handled like this.
Unacceptable. My goddess should come every day, be spoiled like this every day.
“You beg so prettily,” I murmured, smirking as I switched back to her clit. I could feel her pussy clenching around nothing over and over again.
“Shut—oh my God!” I sucked her clit into my mouth, let go, flicked it with the tip of my tongue, and repeated the spiel. Over and over, until I finally had to grip her hips to keep her still.
“Holy fucking shit, what are you doing to me, Hotshot?”
My cock twitched, greedy to get my turn. Sierra was almost there, her moans growing louder and louder, which was my cue that she had relinquished control.
I released her just long enough to grunt, “Play with your nipples for me, Goddess.”
Her groan as I sucked on her swollen nub at the same time as she plucked her pebbled peaks told me everything I needed to know. My hips bucked up into thin air, and my balls tightened as she ground her delicious cunt more firmly against me.
I sucked harder, feasting on her, when suddenly her thighs tensed and clamped around my head, trembling.Breathing was overrated anyway.I would happily drown in her; the loud, husky moans were music to my ears.
“Oh, fuck yes! Oh my God, I’m coming!” My hands still on her hips, I fought to hold Sierra in position, determined to fuck her through this orgasm with my tongue.
Her pussy rubbed against my face, spreading her arousal all over it, while I had to clench my abs to hold on to my control.
With a few open-mouthed kisses to capture any residue of her climax, I lifted her slightly. “Fuck, you came so beautifully for me, Goddess.”
Sierra’s breathing was labored as she sat back on my chest and peered down at me. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair like a wild halo. I licked my lips and flashed her a wolfish smile.
“Well, let’s find out what you’re really made of, Hotshot.”
Six
Sierra
My legs were still shaking, but I tried to disguise the fact that this man had just wrecked my entire world.
Holy fucking shit. I didn’t even know that’s what getting eaten out could feel like, let alone how hot it would be to have him insist on using my thighs as earmuffs.
I wasn’t exactly a small, delicate fairy. Never had been. I was six feet tall and built like what I was — a D1 volleyball player with thighs that could crush egos and a serve that left bruises.
I was strong. Solid. Intimidating, even. And for some reason, that had always made guys treat me like I was too much.
Too tall. Too intense. Toosomething.
No one had ever looked at me and wanted all of that. Wanted me to take up space. To own it. Like hewantedme to use his face as a fucking chair.
Well, shit.
It was just another reminder that I’d been playing in the wrong league, surrounding myself with shallow boys who liked the idea of me better than the reality.
The ones who wanted the version of me I packaged neatly for the world — the smiling, polished, overachieving golden girl.
