Page 74 of Forsaken Oath

I hook my fingers into the sides of her thong, and she lifts her ass so I can pull them off. I toss them over by our clothes pile, next to the beach lounger chairs.

I grin when she whimpers, widening her legs further. Satisfaction warms my veins at her request for my attention. My cock strains against my boxer briefs as I give myself a moment to take her in.

My Eloise looks like a siren.

The moonlight dances across her creamy skin, highlighting every dip and curve. I trail my fingers up her thighs, savoring the way she trembles under my touch, goosebumps rising in my wake. I lean in and inhale, my cock getting hard at the scent of her. Fuck, I’m almost salivating, anticipation trembling through my fingers.

“Beau, what are you . . .” Her hand comes to my shoulder, like she’s going to push me away.

I capture her hand and place it on her breast, encouraging her to play. My mouth waters in anticipation as I ghost my lips along her perfect cunt. She rocks her hips toward me, but I pull back an inch.

“Patience, baby. I only get to taste your cunt for the first time once, and I don’t want to rush it.”

“Oh fuck,” she groans out, letting her head fall back to face the sky.

I sweep the pads of my thumbs over her pussy, gently opening her up. A deep groan wrenches through the night, pulled from somewhere deep inside me.

“Fuck me, I knew you were special, but goddamn, Peach. The prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen in my life,” I breathe out.

Up and down, over and over again, stopping just shy of her clit. I trace a slow, teasing circle around her entrance before dipping inside, just to the first knuckle.

“So tight and wet for me, Peach. Can’t wait to feel this sweet little pussy squeezing my cock.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I drag my tongue through her slick folds, humming with appreciation. She tastes like the way summer sunshine feels after a long, cold winter, intoxicating and addictive. Her back arches off the concrete, a breathy moan escaping her lips as I tongue at her sensitive flesh.

“Oh god, Beau,” she whimpers.

I grunt in approval when her fingers twist in my hair. Her hips rock into my face, and I double down my efforts, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit before sucking it into my mouth. Her thighs attempt to close around my head, and I palm her thighs, pushing them wider apart as I work her with my mouth. She’s so responsive, her body trembling and her breathy little moans.

I could drown in her, easily and with abandon. Lose myself in the way her breath hitches and her fingers flex around me.

I meant it when I said she’s gonna be the death of me. But if this is how I’m supposed to go, then I’ll greet the heaven between her thighs with open arms.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you like my tongue on this pretty pussy.”

She cries out, her fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain. But fuck, I love it. Love that I can make her lose control like this.

I slide one finger inside her tight heat, groaning at the silky feel of her walls fluttering around me. She’s so wet, so ready for me already. I pump it in and out a few times, relishing her needy whimpers, before adding a second finger.

“Oh god, yes,” she moans.

I nip at her clit, sucking it hard. Her thighs tremble, and she cries out something incoherent. She’s close, I can feel it.

My cock strains against the fabric of my boxer briefs, my hips chasing her rhythm.

“Oh fuck,” Eloise whimpers, her voice breathy and desperate. Her hips pick up the pace as she grinds against my face.

I curl my fingers inside her, stroking that sensitive spot that makes her hips buck against my hand. Her inner walls flutter around me, silky and scorching hot.

“Oh, god,” she pants. “I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me, baby.” It’s a soft demand, spoken as her arousal drips from my mouth.

“Fuck.”

I glance up at her, redoubling my efforts. Lips parted and eyes shut, her neck arches as her head drops. Her body tenses, every muscle pulled taut like a bowstring. Her thighs clamp around my head, trapping me in the most exquisite prison.

A long moan tears from her throat as the orgasm crashes over her in relentless waves. I work her through it, lapping at her clit and pumping my fingers in a steady rhythm.

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