What if Will hated tattoos? What if he thought it was hideous?
I didn’t trust my own voice to hold up as I asked, “Do you like it?”
With his hands on my hips, Will dipped his head down and kissed across my hip. Following the vines and lines of the feather, he edged closer to my pussy.
I whimpered. What would it feel like for him to...
Will stood up, towering over me. His chest pressed against mine. I mewled at the scrape of his chest hair against the hard peaks of my nipples.
“You are, without a doubt, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.” His grip on my hip was punishing. With his other hand, Will pressed his thumb against my navel. “I fucking love all your little surprises.”
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around me, dug his fingers into my ass, and threw me on the bed. He grabbed my ankles the moment I hit the mattress, yanking my ass to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he draped my left leg over his shoulder, then my right.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to lick your pussy? To find out what you taste like?” His breath was hot against the soft skin of my inner thighs.
I fisted the sheets and whimpered. I was afraid that I would come apart at the first swipe of his tongue, but I didn’t want this to be finished. Not yet. Not ever.
If Will Solomon could keep me in his bed for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy woman.
He turned his head, scraping his sharp jaw across my hypersensitive pussy. The feel of sandpaper scuffing against my wet core made my eyes roll back in my skull. I was going to die before I ever got his dick inside of me. I was sure of it.
I had expected him to thrust himself deep inside me the second the kids were out of sight, but the tantalizing foreplay was almost unbearable. The first touch of his mouth against my pussy made me cry out in sheer euphoria.
Will dove in like a man starving. His tongue swiped through my center, lapping at the bundle of nerves like it was the best damn thing he’d ever tasted.
“Will, please—” My orgasm rushed in so fast I wasn’t sure I could fight it.
“Please what?”
“I—I don’t want to come yet,” I managed to choke out. “I don’t want it to be over.”
His chuckle was dark and deadly. He briefly pulled away from my pussy to say, “I love you, but I’m about to fuck you like I hate you.” He smirked, his lips quirking against my wet clit. “The least I can do is make sure you come before that happens.”
25
WILLIAM
Kristin writhed against the mattress as I nipped her clit with my teeth. I reveled in her satisfaction. A devil lurked behind her doe eyes, and I couldn’t wait to bring that little minx out.
I grabbed her thighs and forced her legs further apart, sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy. She tasted like fucking heaven. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head closer.
That’s my girl. Take it. Beg for it.
I slid two fingers into her pussy, Stroking and stretching her as I made out with her clit.
Damn, she was tight. I couldn’t wait to sink my dick deep inside. I wanted to fuck her until she had sex hair, smeared makeup, and couldn’t remember her own name.
A moan escaped from Kristin’s parted lips. It had my dick aching for relief. I slid one finger into the cleft of her ass. As I pushed against the hidden ring of muscle, her sharp gasp of panic turned into a wanton moan of pleasure. Her pussy clenched around my fingers.
She threw her head back, dark hair spilling over as she arched her spine and smacked the mattress with her hand. “Oh God … Will … yes!”
I wanted to hear those words come out of her mouth for the rest of time, but for now…
With one last stroke, I withdrew my hand from between her thighs and stood up. I pressed my fingers against her lips, trailing her wetness from her chin, down her throat, and across her breasts. The most perfect tits I had ever seen.
Kristin lifted up onto her elbows and wiped her fingers across her lips, touching the evidence of her arousal that I’d left there. Tentatively, she pulled them away, locked eyes with me, and then tasted them. I watched, enraptured, as her tongue darted out and licked at her glistening wetness.
Fuck yeah, you dirty girl.