Page 13 of Secret Bump

I lick around her taut clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue, then flutter up against the bottom with a lusty pull. I need more of her in my mouth.

Opening wide, I kiss all of her sex at once, licking and sucking. She tastes so fucking good, so right, I’m going to nut in my pants again, and I’m no young kid.

Chest heaving, I yank off her and replace my mouth with my fingers. I worship her clit and her folds, petting her pretty cunt.

She stares down at me in wonder. “That feels so good, Mr. Emerson,” she whispers.

I grin. “Time to call me Mack, little one.”

She blushes and covers her face with her hand.

Can’t have that.

Standing, I keep playing with her little clit as I curve over her. “Show me your face, Isabelle.”

Her hand drops away.

I lean in to kiss her, then stop. My beard is probably wet with her slick, and that’s a fucking honour to me, but it might be weird to her.

Her gaze flicks over my face. “What is it?”

“I’m going to taste like you.”

Her eyes light up. “Really?”

I close the gap between us, gently brushing my lips against hers.

She gasps and licks at my mouth. “Oh.” She sighs. “Oh…”

And then she’s kissing me fiercely, pulling me against her, and my fingers get caught between our bodies, covering her pussy. My middle finger is right at her entrance, and she starts squirming on it, working herself onto the tip. Behind my hand, my cock throbs, pushing forward, wanting to fuck her, needing to fuck her.

Her knees pull up, her instinct right, and the angle shifts. Suddenly my finger sinks into her, all the way to the knuckle, and she clamps down around me.

“Mack?”

“That’s it, baby. Take my finger. Take what you need.”

She sobs and rocks her hips, reaching between us to clutch at my wrist. “It’s so big.”

That’s only one finger. Fuck. Me. “You’ll get used to it as you get wetter.”

“Wetter?” She holds my gaze, hot and curious.

I nod. “I want you messy for me, little one. The wetter the better.”

Her fingers squeeze around my wrist, and slowly she pulls me from her body and lifts my hand to her mouth. I’m spellbound as she parts her lips and slips my index and middle finger over her tongue, lapping at them gently for a minute before pushing that same hand down back down between her legs.

I can’t breathe as my spit-slicked digits meet the heavenly warmth of her pussy lips again. Her breath shudders and her eyes close, her head tipping back.

“I need you deeper inside me,” she whispers. “Please. Do it, Mr. Emerson.”

God damn it. If my girl can’t tell a lie, then I have to give her what she wants, even if she’s too tight for it.

“Eyes on me, princess.” I circle her entrance with my middle finger, stretching her wider than before. A fresh pulse of arousal coats my hand, let my index finger follow, pushing into her.

And she is still tight, the squeeze verging on unholy, but once both digits are inside her, she softens around me, her body making space.

I groan in appreciation for how good she feels. “You didn’t need much help after all, did you?”

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