A great fucking life.
“Stop me if you don’t want this.”
She nodded but I continued looking at her.
A subtle eyeroll. “I’ll stop you if I don’t want this.”
That was that.
I pulled her skirt up and pressed my mouth in her wet warmth. Soaked. Fuckingdrenched. I kissed her over the indecent lace underwear, sticking my tongue in between her folds through them.
She gasped unintelligible words but quite frankly, I was too fucking busy to listen.
“Show me your pretty pussy, baby.” I demanded with another stroke of my tongue. I kneaded her round ass and played with them while she took her fucking time.
A thrill shot down my spine when she brought her hands down to pull aside her panties.
Impatient as I was, I stuck my tongue inside while she held on for dear life. Sweet, so fuckingsweet.
She tasted womanly and mine and uniquely herself.
I fucking loved it.
She gushed on my face, her arousal dripping down my lips and chin.
My tongue swirled around her clit, grazing it with my teeth.
Adelaide bucked against me, “That feels…Christian.”
“Mmm,” I left her clit alone and licked her up thoroughly from one forbidden hole to the other. “That’s right, baby. I’m the one eating this pussy.”
Her moans became music to my fucking ears as I soaked into her pleasure and like a selfish bastard, I turned it into my own.
I lost track of time while I devoured her pussy and before I knew it her thighs tightened around my head and hermoans became frantic—out of control. I was doing this to her. No one else.Me.
She pulled at my hair as she came hard and fast against my mouth. I fucked her with my tongue until her orgasm passed.
Adelaide slumped back against the wall—downright flushed and panting for air. Looking down at me through her lashes, she murmured. “I don’t remember you being good atthat.”
I chuckled. “The last time I ate your pussy you were a virgin, and I was a boy.”
“You’re still a boy.”
Narrowed eyes.
Oh, she was fucking asking for it.
She shrieked as I stood up and dropped her, causing her legs to wrap around my waist.
A dark rumble from the back of my throat. “What was that?”
Adelaide pressed her lips together—the laughter finding shelter in her cheeks—while she shook her head.
I kissed her.Hard.
Adelaide kissed me like she’d rather be nowhere but here. We could be in a fire, but if she was kissing me, she didn’t care. She kissed me like she meant every pull from my lips to hers, to every pinching bite, to the way our tongues wrapped around each other and suppressed each other’s pain. She kissed me like I was her own personal diary and she needed to release the past seven years of torture.
I’d take it all. Every last bit of hurt she dealt with, and I’d make sure it was her trauma running through my veins.Every breath I’d take, I’d feel it moving within me. Adelaide wasn’t just the sun; she was the core of this universe. Without her, it was an empty place with soulless fucking people.
