Page 28 of My First and Only Crush

And then he shifts again, pushing my legs up, pushing them wide open so he can spear his tongue deep into my hole.

He’s invading me.

My hips jitter, rocking helplessly against his face. His nose bumps up against my clit. His fingers join whatever he's doing to me, tracing my folds and pushing in to me. His mouth slides up and latches onto my clit.

I scream his name. “Trick!”

“Who’s my girl?”

“I am,” I babble.

“That’s fucking right. You gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” I gasp, shocked that it’s true. I can feel the release coiling tight in my belly, under the pressure of his hand.

He growls and shakes his head, getting deeper with his tongue, his beard rubbing against the tender flesh on either side of my pussy.

He’s like a beast, pressing his face all the way into my body, licking and sucking and inhaling my scent, over and over again. Holding me down as he eats me out, and I wish we’d done this sooner, I wish I’d always known this magic.

"More," I gasp, squirming in his tight grip. "More, Daddy," I beg, the name feeling so right now, so desperately perfect as my clit throbs and my hips rock anxiously, needing him to kiss me again, kiss me harder.

He growls into my pussy now, the sound reverberating up through my body before he lifts his face just long enough to say, “God you've got the best little cunt. Come for me. Come on my face. And then Daddy will make love to you.”

I lose it, my whole body snapping tight at the promise of Trick sliding into me.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes so quietly I almost can’t hear it over the pounding in my ears as my climax rips through me.

He licks me up, slower swipes of his tongue now.

And my pulse is still pounding when he exhales happily and leans his forehead against my inner thigh. But I have no trouble hearing what he says next. “You taste so ripe, baby. Nobody’s ever tasted this breedable little pussy, have they? All mine.”

The words are an electric spark to my sex, and I spasm again, clenching around nothing.

His fingertip traces my slippery entrance. “Such a pretty flower.”

I giggle.

“What?” He lifts his head and looks at me.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, blushing. “It’s a funny word for it.”

“I like all the words for it,” he says, his voice rumbling as he pushes himself up. Words likebreedable pussy. My head spins as I watch him wipe his face, then lick his fingers.

His cock stands out from his body, heavy and hard, and it sways as he slowly crawls up to bracket me beneath him. He’s huge on top of me, thick arms and solid slabs of muscle.

My face turns hot and I twist my head to the side, suddenly overwhelmed.

“Hey, look at me.”

The strength in his voice outweighs the overwhelm. I snap my gaze back to his face.

He gives me a crooked grin. “It’s okay to use funny words. And horny words.”

I laugh again. “That wasn’t… I know. I was just… You’re so…”

His gaze is warm, deeply understanding. “You don’t think I feel the same way as I look down at you?”

“I don’t know,” I admit.

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