Page 75 of Something Like Sunflowers

I want to take my time.

And what she doesn’t know is I’ve been doing my research. I read a few of those smutty books she likes. What I learned is, well, for one, there is a concerning amount of hockey smut on her Kindle, and I’m not sure she even likes hockey, but aside from that, some of it was actually…

Okay, it was way fuckin’ worse than the hockey.

Monsters, stalkers, mafia kidnappers, the list literally does not end.

My girl wants to be thoroughly fucked.

“What I told you…” I remind her, gripping her by the soft curves of her ass and hoisting her legs over my shoulders. My cock jumps like it’s got a brain of its own with every sexy little whine and moan that falls from her lips, throbbing as I take her in, spread wide open, and only the faintest tease of black fabric between my mouth and her lips. “…is that I was gonna devour this pretty little pussy once you let me.”

“I thought you were going to, and I quote, ‘fuck me hard,’ so, which is it?”

Fuckin’ brat. Just for that, I spread the flat of my tongue over her fabric-covered pussy lips and hold perfectly still, letting the heat of my breath make her writhe around my face.

“Gonna do whatever the fuck I want. Now, wrap your legs around my head and be still.”

Devyn cries out when I slide her Spandex shorts to the side and my tongue swipes over her swollen clit, tracing circles in a firm, steady motion, centering on one spot in particular when I notice her moans grow longer and her fingers dig into my hair, shoving me down harder. And I love that. Seeing her grow in her confidence. Take what she wants. Let me in.

“That’s it, babygirl, show me how you want it,” I say, barely able to get a word out for the haste in which my tongue aims to work her opening.

She bites her lip, shaking her head like she’s embarrassed.

“Don’t be shy,” I mumble against her pussy, greedily lapping up the juices that flow from her as she rides my face through her dance shorts, my hands digging into the flesh of her ass in a grip so tight, I worry I might bruise her. But she urges me on, bucking her body across my lips, riding my tongue while she moans my name.

“I love this pussy, you know that?” I ask, shoving my beard into her wet folds and shaking my head back and forth until she’s moaning again and rocking against my mouth for more.

“I’m coming!” she cries, tightening her thighs around my head and pressing her swollen flesh against me.

“That’s it, babygirl.” I suck her clit, running soft circles around it with my tongue as she full on fucks my face in the sexiest way imaginable, and I draw her orgasm out as long as I can. “Look how nicely you come for me. Such a good girl.”

She gasps, whipping her head up and getting to all fours on the bed, a wild gleam in her eyes that’s just what I hoped I’d find.

“Did you just call me a—”

“I did.” I smirk, watching her shift her thighs back and forth on the bed. And then I see it again.

My shirt.

“But I reckon I was mistaken.” I circle the bed while she follows me with her eyes, licking her lips so they’re wet for me. I groan, rubbing my cock through my jeans at this goddess before me who dares to look this fuckin’ sexy in my goddamned bed.

In my goddamned shirt.

“A good girl wouldn’t traipse around a grown man’s house half naked under his own damn shirt like a fucking tease, now, would she?”

She gasps, puckering her lips in a way that, under any ordinary circumstances would be completely un-sexy, but when she does it, it just makes me wonder how those plump, glossy lips would feel wrapped around my cock.

My grin widens as I take her in, crawling toward me on the bed, because in some fucked up way, the more I talk to her like this, the needier she gets, her body and her eyes begging me to claim her, no matter what else happens.

Fuck, she’s so beautiful leaning into her kink. Asking for what she wants.

Her lips twist in a playful smirk as she kneels before me.

“I like it when you do that,” she says, running her hands across my skin, lingering just above my cock until my breath hitches with her closeness. I almost come on spot when she wets her lips with that hot little tongue and blinks up at me obediently. “Please call me a good girl again.”

I groan, palming the front of my jeans. She’s unreal, this one.

“Or what?”

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