Page 20 of Sweet Poison

"Maybe," she replied and blushed.

Gazing into my eyes, she slightly parted her legs. It was a shy and timid movement, but it hit like the most erotic invitation I’d ever experienced. When my eyes returned to her, she had the most beautiful smile on her face.

I got onto my knees on the bed and catching her ankles, spread her legs wide open. Her freshly shaven sex, barely covered by a skimpy black lace thong was adorable. My mouth watered at the mere sight of it.

I needed to taste her. Needed her to be dripping her sweet nectar into my mouth. I didn’t hesitate for a moment further. I leaned forward and inhaled deeply at the scent of her arousal. Why, she smelled exactly as I’d imagined she would. A sun-ripened fruit. I buried myself in her honeyed scent, my tongue moving slowly between her glistening lips.Her taste was sweet and intoxicating.

She gazed at me with dazed eyes as my thumb found the swelling bud in her center. I rolled it and slowly massaged the soft wet flesh around it, and her eyes fluttered closed. Her head fell back against the bed. An incredible and bizarre thought occurred to me: I was never going to get enough of this beauty.

‘I could suck your wet pussy all night long,’ I whispered.

She gasped with a mixture of shock and excitement.

Through the lace, I covered her soft mound with my mouth and felt her hand claw into my hair. I stroked and teased her through the fabric until I could no longer contain my anticipation. Hooking my hands into the strings of the thong, I pulled the scrap of material down her silky legs. Then I wrapped my hand around her leg and draped it over my shoulder.

She was exposed before me, her wide-open sex was flushed, swollen, and dripping.

As I feasted hungrily on her pink sweetness, she grasped my head, pressed me closer still, and moaned restlessly underneath me. She wanted more.

Cupping her ass, I took the hood of her clit between my teeth, and bit down. She hissed and swore at me, but her body shuddered with intolerable pleasure.

How strange, but I felt it in my heart, her whimpers, her restlessness, her moans. I sucked on her clit till she was close to a climax. Her body was impossibly arched when I narrowed my tongue and began to repeatedly and violently spear it into her opening.

She screamed.

It was beautiful to watch how responsive she was to my touch. I realized it would be insanely easy to get obsessed with her. She was all woman in the sweetest, warmest, most sensual way possible. It even made me wonder if ‘tonight only’ could be enough. How effortlessly I could grow a compulsion to eat her out on a daily basis just so I could feel the desperation in her body and hear her cries when my tongue applied just the right amount of pressure on her sensitive spots.

"Oh, Cole," she called, and the sound she made afterwards was so soft and harmless it tugged at my heart. I was enthralled by her. For a hardened city man like me, she felt almost unreal.

Collecting her slick juices on my finger I nudged it gently into her opening. She was snug, very snug, but so wet that it pushed right in. I gave her a few seconds to acclimatize, then pushed in a second finger.

"Cole," she breathed, her teeth sinking down into her bottom lip. Her eyes were glazed with desire.

“I know,” I said soothingly and slid my fingers in and out of her, keeping it slow and deliberate while my thumb gently circled her clit until her muscles began to contract and tense.

When my pace became more frantic, I leaned down and distracted her by kissing her. My fingers thrust so rapidly into her that the hard, illicit slamming noises filled the room, and a cry ripped out of her and pierced right through me. Shaking, she grabbed my wrist with both her hands. Instantly, I stopped, but barely a second passed and she was moving her hips, fucking herself with my fingers just as violently if not more.

"Keep going, don't stop, please," she pleaded.

I finger-fucked her until she climaxed, so hard her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body seized up, and she gushed her juices all over my hands. I covered her sex with my mouth and drank greedily.

"No," she cried because she was still sensitive and sore, but with gentle suctions, I extended the indescribable bliss of her climax.

Afterwards, her eyes opened and she leaned forward, grabbed my head and pulled me toward her. Her lips connected with mine and it was wild.

This woman was a goddess.

Chapter 11

Montana

Lord have mercy, but Cole had just fucked me with his tongue as though he were starving, as though my pussy was all he could think of and want. His greed was filthy, obscene and wonderful, but now my brain was buzzing. If his fingers and mouth could make me explode like that, I was craving what his cock could do for me.

But I couldn’t break away from kissing him. There was something so carnally exciting about tasting myself mixed with his taste on his tongue … I couldn’t get enough. My pussy was clenched tight when he broke off the kiss, got up and pulled his boxers down.

My eyes widened and my breathing stopped.

“Holy hell,” I mouthed. I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. His cock had to be the most perfect, gorgeous cock ever created. But what made me nearly choke and cry was the size. Good God, he was massive. Was that thing really going to fit inside me? It looked like it could stretch me to the point of ripping.

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