Page 132 of Consume Me

I can’t decide where to start, but I lean in and brush my lips against hers. She gives in to the kiss, gentle and soft—just like her.

“Fuck, how I’ve missed you.”

“I thought you missed my pussy more,” she says in a teasing voice.

“Smart ass. And stop eavesdropping when I talk to my pussy.”

“Yours, huh?”

“Only mine,” I say and slide my thumb along her slit. Wetness coats my fingertip, her arousal awakening that ravenous part of me that makes me want to fuck her so hard and bury myself in her until I am all she knows and craves—just like she does me.

“Always so damn ready and eager for my cock.”

“Your fault…”

“Fine by me.”

She crosses her arms around my neck, placing a kiss on my lips. “I need you.”

Her words push me over the edge, wanting to dive into her and never resurface.

“But first I have to greet my nipples, too.”

She chuckles, that melodious sound igniting happiness inside of me.

“Do I have a say in that?”

“Nope, you gave up that right when you offered yourself to me—a sinner.”

“Then let my body wash away your sins.”

“Yes, baptize me in your juices. Cleanse me of my darkness with your light.”

Sucking gently on one pointed nipple, I tweak the other with my thumb and index finger. Arching her back, she offers them to me. I could play with her round, pert tits all the damn time, and she’s so damn responsive.

“One day, I am going to make you come just by playing with your pretty tits,” I say, and she moans her approval. Her trust in me elevates my spirits, making me want to be the best version of myself. She deserves only the best, and I won’t compromise on that.

My tongue licks down her belly button, my hands gripping her thighs as I reach my coveted destination. She sucks in a breath as I descend on her. I don’t come up until she quivers in pleasure, abandoning herself to her release. I gulp down her juices, but my thirst for her is never satiated. I’ll have a lifetime of her, but if it were up to me, I’d want her even longer.

Licking the contour of her lips, I say, “Such a good pussy, coming so hard for my tongue.”

“It’s a determined and persuasive tongue.”

My hand slaps against her pussy, echoing in the room and eliciting another tremor from her.

“What you do to me…”

“Making you come, baby. It’s my duty and privilege.”

“And a poet. I am one lucky girl.”

“No, baby. I am the lucky one,” I say and thrust inside of her. Her pussy sucks me in––it’s the most mind-blowing experience, stretching her as she welcomes my cock.

A wave of intense pleasure slams into me, and I close my eyes for a moment. It’s always so damn good with her. It’s the ultimate rapture and the highest high.

Hooking her leg at my waist, I reach an even deeper angle inside of her. Her chest shoots up, and she bites into my neck, sucking gently.

I want her to cry out my name, but if she did, she would probably wake up the entire house.

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