Page 194 of Remy

“I want to feel you come on my face.” He speaks against my pussy. “Make me a happy man, Pyro.”

“Then keep going.” My fingers claw into the material around my waist as I relax my arms and rest back against the roof. “I’m already close.”

He kisses my mound, ending the sweetness with a harsh scrape of teeth. “That’s my good girl.”

Oh, God.

I shudder, the vibration turning into a tremor as he swoops back in and sucks harshly on my clit.

I cry out. Shocked. Stunned.

It feels so good.

I’m senseless from the onslaught when something presses against my opening. A thumb? A finger?

He pushes it inside me, my pussy instantly clamping down on the penetration with greedy want.

“You’re fucking tight.” He keeps sucking on my clit as the intrusion creeps farther inside me, pressing down, slowly circling.

I can’t stop the sounds that escape me. The needy sighs. The hungry mewls.

“Does that feel good?” The vibration of his voice only adds to the deliciousness.

I moan in answer.

“How good?” He sucks harder, making me squirm.

“I’m… dying.” My voice is barely audible. Nothing but a panting, breathy rasp.

His thumb retracts. Two fingers take its place.

I moan, squeezing my thighs around his neck.

“Rock your hips, Ollie. Ride my fucking mouth.”

I release one hand from the pool of material and reach between my thighs to snatch at his hair, grinding, riding.

He groans. “Don’t stop.”

I whimper at the tightening build of my core. “I’m close.” My voice is frantic, foreign to my own ears.

He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot I’ve never felt before.

It’s raw and blinding. A burst of exquisite delight.

My back arches as my core spasms, the tingling euphoria expanding through my abdomen.

“That’s it,” he coaxes against my clit. “Come around my fingers.”

I whimper with the waves of pleasure. Shuddering. Unravelling. It’s burst after burst of paradise, the rapture numbing my fingers and curling my toes until the orgasmic clenching begins to lessen.

I slowly float down from the high, my body spent and lax. I release his hair, my legs losing their death grip around his neck.

Then I’m sliding. Descending.

He gently guides me back down the side of the car, his body pressed close to mine to keep me upright.

He peers at me with hunger. With awe. “You taste like the sweetest sin, Pyro.” He leans in, nuzzling my neck, the scent of my pleasure on his skin sinking into my lungs as he helps to right the long lengths of my dress.

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