Page 27 of My First and Only Crush

She’s so stunningly perfect.

“Look at your beautiful cunt,” I say, settling between her thighs. I inhale deeply as I glide my thumbs up her tender bare lips, opening her up for my hungry gaze. “Can Daddy kiss you here?”

CHAPTER12

SINCLAIRE

I feel his breath first, a heated wave against my slick opening. It makes me gasp, my thighs tensing up.

I would close my legs but Trick is wedged between them.

“It's okay,” he says reassuringly. “This is going to feel good.”

A tremor ripples low in my belly.

His gaze doesn't leave my face as he reaches one big hand up and smoothes over my trembling mid-section, his fingers warm and sure. “How about you squeeze my fingers if you want me to keep going.”

I grab his hand and grip on it for dear life.

Chuckling, he closes the gap between his mouth and my sex. His tongue slides along one of my pussy lips.

That first full contact is electric, even better than the brief taste of my clit he had when my panties were still on.

I audibly suck in a breath and he smiles. “See? Not so bad.”

“Unnngggg,” I say, not really a word, more of a sound. A hopeless whimper.

He licks me again, this time going all the way up to where my clit is. Up and over it, not licking it directly, just around in a slow, lazy wander. And then down the other fat, swollen lip.

A groan pulls out of him and he turns his face so his mouth aligns with my folds. That hot, pulsing breath is coming faster now against my skin and he kisses me with sweet reverence.

I moan as he pulls my pussy into his mouth, sucking on my flesh. I moan again when his tongue snakes out, this time licking up the inside.

When he makes contact with my clit again, this time it feels more deliberate. A nudging push that makes me throb, that takes my breath away.

His nose sweeps across the inside of my thigh and he inhales. “Fuck, you smell good.”

I stopped breathing.

He does it again, a long, drugging inhale, this time followed by a deep grunt, and then his kiss deepens, his tongue pushing down towards my entrance.

His licks are getting hungrier.

I'm getting lightheaded.

“Keep breathing, Sinclaire,” he growls. “You can't fucking pass out on me before you come on my face.”

“Un un unggg,” I say again. Still not able to make words, only sounds.

I'm melting.

I'm on fire.

I'm a mess.

This is perfect.

His mouth opens as wide as he can get. He pulls all of my sex now into his mouth, sucking, pulling, pushing with his tongue between my folds, my pussy his to devour.

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