Page 109 of His Big Bad Stick

My hands touch her inner thighs and slide around to the backs of her legs.

I move her legs over my shoulders.

My mouth latches even tighter against her sweet, delicious cunt.

An endless supply of warm honey coating my lips and tongue.

I kiss her loudly. Obnoxiously loud.

The echoing of my lips against hers bouncing off the mostly bare walls of the gallery.

I suck the sweetness off her soft labia.

Her hips buck forward.

She grabs for my hair, fingers at the back of my head, pulling me closer and tighter.

There you go, kitten… just relax and let it all go…

My tongue savors hearty licks, treating her pussy like a lollipop.

I’ve been thinking about the taste of her cunt since the last time I had her.

Yeah, the night you got her pregnant!

Oh fucking well.

That’s the price. The prize. The result.

I lick her harder. Faster.

Her body jumps and jolts as I lead the way toward her eventual climax.

My eyes can’t help but watch the way she reacts to my tongue.

She keeps checking to her left.

The door to the gallery… the windows…

It’s far enough away but we’re far from invisible.

An allure of being seen, watched or caught makes it all that much wilder.

It’s got Abrielle nervous as hell yet she can’t resist my tongue.

“Fuck,” she growls and slams her clit against my mouth.

She smacks my top lip into my top teeth.

Oh, fuck, kitten… look at you…

There’s a slightly faint taste of blood in my mouth.

Now we’re talking something sexy here.

Abrielle thrusting her perfect cunt so hard against my mouth she’s cut my lip.

Fuck. Yes.

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