Page 26 of Sweet Bred

“Now you do.” Shaw slips a hand under my dress, smoothing his palm up my thigh. Our eyes stay locked as his fingers reach my panties and discover how damp they are. His thick fingertips stroke the fabric. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

He slips his fingers under the fabric and glides them over my swollen clit. “And this?”

I gasp. “Yes.”

“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Jesus.”

“It’s all for you.”

He strokes me a little more, but then withdraws his fingers. I’m about to protest, but then he grabs ahold of the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs.

“Need to taste you,” he murmurs as he tosses my panties aside.

I watch in a daze as Shaw hooks my thighs over his shoulders and dips his head between my legs. He goes straight for my clit, giving it a slow, hungry lick. I gasp, my thighs trembling against him as he goes in for another lick, his big tongue sliding over my slit this time.

“Oh, God,” I gasp. “Shaw.”

He smiles and keeps licking me. Every lap of his tongue sends me up the wall with pleasure. He’s getting me so wet that I’m dripping and making a mess on his couch, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit.

Then he starts sucking on my clit, and I know I won’t be able to stand it much longer. It’s so good. So good. I moan his name, throwing my head back as another wave of pleasure overtakes me.

“I’m coming!” I cry out.

His hands slide under my ass and he grips me hard as I buck against his mouth. My clit pulses against his lips as he gives me several slow, tender kisses there.

As I catch my breath, a new desire blossoms inside me. It’s not a desire I’ve ever felt before in my life until now. Panting, I sit up and reach for his belt, fumbling with it for a second before getting it undone.

Shaw groans as I reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. I swallow as I take in the size of his erection, but it doesn’t deter me one bit. His cock is long and thick and perfect, the head slick with pearlescent pre-cum.

I extend my tongue and hungrily lick the head of his cock, his taste coating my tongue. Shaw curses under his breath and cups a hand under my chin, bringing my gaze upward.

“You don’t need to do this, sweet girl.”

“But I want to.”

“Tell me why.”

I laugh. “You really need me to explain why?”

He nods. “I don’t ever want you to do something just because you think it’s what I want.”

“Mmm. Well, this is what I want, Shaw. I want to suck your big, beautiful cock.”

He gives me a tortured look. “Baby, you can’t talk to me like that. I’ll come in two seconds flat.”

I bite back a smile. Then, keeping his eye contact, I slide off the couch and kneel in front of him, bringing my mouth again to his cock. His nostrils flare and his chest rises and falls with a slow breath as he watches me take him into my mouth.

He’s too big for me to fit completely into my mouth, but I do the best I can. Based on the reaction I get out of him, it seems like I’m doing enough. Shaw breathes harder and deeper as I bob my head. His fingers thread through my hair, his tender grip growing tighter the longer I go.

“Fuck,” he grits out, and pulls my mouth off his cock. “I can’t take it any longer.”

“But I want?—”

“I’m not coming in your mouth until I’ve filled your pussy with cum.”

His words feel like sunshine pouring over my skin. “I’m yours, Shaw.”

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