Page 71 of Never You

I nod, biting my lip, desperate to feel him kiss me between my legs.

“Say it.”

I grunt with hooded eyes, as he slowly drags my jeans and panties down before throwing them on the floor. He brings his head back between my legs, his breath hovering above my aching pussy.

Dragging his finger through my core, I throw my head back as he sucks in a deep breath. “God, you smell addictive. Say it, Rae.” Without waiting for my reply, he presses a soft, sweet, and scorching kiss on my opening, that makes me shudder before he does it again. “Say it, and let me taste you, baby.”

“I want you!” I sigh, loud and frustrated, opening my legs a little wider.

“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips before I can feel his tongue digging into my walls, then register him move up to circle it around my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moan, gasping for air.

“God can’t make you feelthis.” He softly pulls my clit with his tongue, and I arch my back, bringing my hips closer to hismouth. “Orthis.” His lips take in my inner lips, playing with them in his mouth as his nose grazes my delicate nub.

I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, never having experienced anything like this in my life, but all I know is I don’t want him to stop. A fog forms in my head as he keeps working my pussy like I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever eaten, flying me straight to cloud nine. My hands delve into his soft hair, pushing him even more between my hips.

Every sense between my hips is sprung alive, every nerve singing at its own accord. My mind elevates to somewhere in the room, my shallow breaths the only reminder my soul is still inside my body. It’s like his tongue is cracking a code I’ve never even found myself, opening the secret vault to a level of pleasure I never knew was a possibility.

He’s playing me like a Grammy winning musician, and now he doesn’t just drive like he skates. He licks my pussy like he skates.

Without fucking mercy.

“Oh, please, Jensen.”

“You like that, baby?” A finger plunges inside of me, adding another sensation to my already singing core.

“Oh, yes. Don’t stop,” I huff, desperate for more. “Please don’t stop.”

His tongue keeps licking me unapologetically, like he hasn’t had dinner in weeks, while I lay there completely surrendered, and filled with desire.

I want him to drag it out for as long as possible, utterly enjoying this complete bliss. His hands push under my ass, and he brings my hips up, then starts to drag his tongue everywhere over my pussy in a scorching way, never touching my clit. Softly teasing me, by placing gentle and affectionate kisses everywhere but where I want him to.

It’s excruciating.

It’s delicious.

“You taste so damn good,” he grunts, as he keeps going, never missing a beat, while one finger starts to tease even lower. Surprised by the pressing feeling against my ass, my mouth falls open in surprise as I gasp for air, loving the intensity it’s bringing me while he keeps working my body to make me reach my peak.

My orgasm lingers under the surface, dying to break free.

“Please, Jensen,” I cry at the same time his tongue flicks my clit at a fast pace, setting off that explosion that was forming inside of me. My legs shake, and a desperate grunt comes from my lips followed by a high pitched wail.

I literally see stars as my eyes shut before I open them again, bringing my head up to look at him. His lips are shining with my wetness, and I lick my lips at the sight while my chest moves up and down as I try to catch my breath.

I crook a finger, motioning him to come back up. A lopsided grin splits his face as he drags his body over mine. He hoovers above me, and I lick the seam of his lips.

“Hockey is not the only thing you’re good at,” I flirt, running my hands through his hair.

He quickly gets up, plucking a condom out of his back pocket before taking off his pants and boxers. “Oh, there is a lot more I’m good at, baby.”

With his teeth, he tears a condom wrapper to roll the rubber over his long, thick shaft eagerly bopping against his stomach.

He jumps on me, and I laugh as we bounce on the bed, until I feel the tip of his cock sliding through my folds. Shutting my mouth, I look at him, enjoying the intensity in his eyes. I’ve always had them in anger, irritation, pinning me down as we were arguing about whatever we argue about. It used to drive me nuts, but now all I can think about is how I want him to stretch me wide, slamming into my body like he owns it with that exact same intimidating gaze. As if he can read my mind, he softlypushes his length inside of me, his eyes closed as if he’s savoring the sensation.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he huffs, then presses a domineering kiss against my lips.

Giving me time to adjust, he gently starts to thrust, burying his face in my neck.

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