Page 15 of Gooey

“Because I can fucking smell how achy you are. How needy you must feel.”

Face burning, I lick my lips and pout. “Can you make it go away, Moore?”

“Do you even know what you’re asking, sweet girl?”

“Uh-huh,” I nod, drunk on the lust surrounding us. “I want you to touch me until I feel better.” His fingers twitch at the edge of my panties.

“Touch you how?”

“With your mouth.”

Not a second after the words leave my lips does Moore have my underwear tugged to one side and his blazing hot mouth sealed over my sex.

Every bit of me reacts at once. Jaw dropping open to release a choked moan, my toes curling into the sheets. Like instinct, my thighs open wider to give his shoulders more room. When his tongue moves, my ribs expand with a ragged breath, and my back arches right off the bed.

“Oh my goooddd,” I cry out, my hand greedily reaching for his head. Fingers delving into his soft, short hair, the digits flexing and holding tight.

“Mmm,” he rumbles against my slick folds.

Moore laps at my slit with fevered passion, the stubble on his face adding a rough edge to the pressure of his moist tongue. He’s devouring me in ways that I can’t even describe, every action only fueling his fire. My mind is becoming fuzzy, lust consuming every thought I attempt to muster up.

“Like that, sugar?” he taunts, teeth nipping at my little pearl of pleasure. When I whimper, he starts to suck on it. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you? You like being feasted on, sweet girl?”

“Uh-huh,” I manage to squeak.

Tension is building in my belly. It’s intense—nearly too intense—and somehow, the best thing I’ve ever experienced. Being licked by Moore is much better than being alone.

“This is so much better than reading it,” I babble. I’d doubt my ability to sound coherent if it weren’t obvious that Moore heard and understood every word.

“No one has ever done this to you, sugar?”

“No one has ever touched me at all,” I confess boldly.

A feral glint sparkles in his eyes. “No one?”

“Just you,” I rasp. “Only ever you.”

It’s the exact right thing to say.

Spurred on by my words, he dives back in. Attacking my juicy mound with his mouth once more. He licks, bites, slurps, and strokes, working me over without mercy. My thighs quiver, feeling a wave of warmth roll through me.

The tension in my core suddenly snaps. Like a dam bursting, I come undone with a splash. Release pours out of me, my ears whooshing with blood as I lose all control. My thighs try to slam closed, tightening around Moore’s thick head.

Rocking my hips into his face, my cum floods his mouth, cunt clenching and unclenching as a furious orgasm rages through me. My first real one, and it’s so powerful that dark spots threaten my vision.

Panting, I gasp for air and mewl, throwing my head back. “Yessss, Moore!”

My eyes flutter open and shut, fighting the pull of unconsciousness. I’m not sure if I fully pass out, or if time simply evades me. But when clarity creeps back in, I find Moore looming above me, hand working frantically between his legs while he looks at my messy pussy. Though I’m tired, I can’t allow myself to look away—even to sleep.

He is sooooo yummy to watch.

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