Page 55 of Catching Feeling

Guess I’m going to have to spend more time here, making her come so she can’t use her smart mouth for anything other than moaning my name when my tongue is buried in her pussy.

“Good girl,” I rasp as she uses her pointer and middle finger to spread her lips open, giving me exactly what I want. I reach beside her and grab the showerhead and turn the setting up to where the water is a steady spray. “You know what happens to good girls, baby?”

“What?” she breathes.

I bring the showerhead to her clit, letting the water pulsate against it. Her back bows, and her hand darts out, needing something to grasp against the slippery shower wall.

“Oh god.”

She’s squirming, panting, writhing, and I’ve only just started.

Her legs fall open further, beckoning for more.

“Look how pretty you are, Viv. Your cheeks flushed almost the same pink as this pretty little cunt.”

I pull the showerhead back and lean forward, circling my tongue on her throbbing clit before latching on and sucking, rolling it in between my lips.

The sound that leaves her lips is needy and desperate, and it makes me fucking crazy. It unleashes something primal inside of me, something possessive, the part that wants to mark her and make her mine.

I lap at her clit feverishly, then flatten my tongue and drag it from her asshole back to the sensitive nub.

“You taste so fucking good. I’ll never have enough of you. I’m obsessed with your pussy, and I have been since the first night you let me have it,” I mutter hoarsely. My dick is weeping, I can feel my balls tight and ready for release, but right now, Viv’s all that matters. I want to make her come, and I want it dripping down my fucking chin once I’m done feasting on her pussy.

Her pleasure is my priority. Always.

“Hold this to your clit while I fuck you with my tongue, baby.” I hand her the showerhead, watching as she brings it to her clit. The spray pulsates against her flesh, causing her hips to roll against my mouth. My tongue teases her entrance before I delve inside, fucking her with it, relishing in the wanton sounds she’s making.

That’s my girl.

So fucking responsive.

When I replace my tongue with my fingers, sliding them deep and hooking them up, she whimpers shallowly, her chest heaving with pleasure.

“Eyes on me, Vivienne,” I demand.

Her eyes snap open, connecting with mine as I seal my mouth over her clit once more, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. I flick it once, then again before saying, “I want to watch you come on my tongue. Let me taste your cum, baby.”

My fingers slam into her roughly, her back arching even further as she cries out. Her legs quiver against my head as she explodes, and her hands fly to my hair, yanking almost violently while she bucks against my mouth.

“Reese, oh… Reese. Fuck. Fuck. Reese.” She’s chanting my name like I caught the winning pitch and she’s the only person in the stands.

I continue fucking her with my hand, swiping my tongue on her clit, curling my fingers, and massaging her G-spot until they’re covered in her arousal. And I lick every fucking drop up like a man starved. When I can’t take it another second, I reach for my cock with my free hand, fisting it roughly while I pump my fingers inside of her cunt, dragging out her orgasm until she’s limp.

My muscles are taut, balls aching as I thrust into my fist, my hips punchy and erratic from the buildup and prolonged edging. “I want to make you come,” Viv says through a heavy-lidded

gaze.

“I’m good. This was for you, Sweet Tart.” My fingers slip out of her, and I place a soft kiss against her clit and a few more lingering kisses along her thigh. “I didn’t do it expecting anything in return.”

She sits up, and my gaze drops to her chest at the glint of metal through her nipples that catches the light.

I still can’t fucking get over how sexy it is.

“I want to. Can I please make you come, Reese?” she says wickedly, her cheeks still flushed from the orgasm I just gave her.

Fuck. Jesus Christ, I almost come just hearing her say that. Fresh arousal pricks beneath the surface of my body as she pulls me off my knees and flips us around, pushing against my chest until my ass hits the cool tiled bench.

She climbs over me, settling in my lap, my cock hard and straining between us, then leans forward, dragging her lips over mine in a teasing kiss.

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