Page 110 of His Big Bad Stick

I grab her hips and devour her even more.

Now I’ve got her body dancing.

Writhing with my tongue curling around her clit.

Like a snake choking its prey.

I flick and lick and twist and turn. I close my mouth against her pearled, slippery nub and suck with force. Hard force.

Abrielle cries out and her body almost jumps off the counter.

“Right there!” she screams. “Oh, fuck, right there! Please don’t stop! Please let me come!”

Such a sweet way of begging me to let her climax.

I have full control of her.

And she is sopping wet. Maybe wetter than I’ve had her before. Meaning she likes this thrill. She likes the idea of being in public. My mouth between her legs. Her sweet and juicy cunt spilling everywhere.

Seconds away from a real climax too.

Her hands at the counter, pushing, her body lifting up.

She’s groaning and making inaudible word noises.

Now would be the most perfect torturous time to stop and leave her hanging.

But not even the most evil part of my soul can convince my mouth to stop tasting her.

She lets out the last, beautiful whimpering cry as her climax takes over.

“Oh, fuck,” Abrielle cries out. “Oh… Jess!”

My tongue keeps moving but my mind pauses.

Jess…?

Did just Abrielle just shout out a woman’s name with my tongue flicking her clit?

“Jess!” Abrielle yells again.

She shuts her legs against my head, trying to drive my mouth away from her body.

“Jess is watching!” Abrielle yells.

I look to my right and Jess is at the door.

Standing there, hand about to open the door to the gallery.

A look of total shock on her face.

How can I not smile at this?

My lips and mouth are glossy from Abrielle’s deadly sweet honey.

And the lady who owns the coffeeshop next door has caught my face down between Abrielle’s legs.

The best part is that Abrielle’s body is still moving.

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