Page 43 of Rival Summer

"You're so wet," I grumbled, licking my lips, captivated by the sight of her. "So fucking hot.”

I traced the edge of her soaked panties with my fingers, teasing her sensitive skin. Her hips arched involuntarily, begging for more. My dick was rock hard, straining against my pants as I complied, pressing a soft kiss against her clit still hidden beneath the wet fabric of her panties. She let out a low moan, squirming.

I slowly slid them down her legs, finally giving me a clear view of her, glistening. My heart pounded in my chest, my own breath growing thick. I couldn't resist sliding my hand down, running my fingers through her wetness. She gasped at my touch as I circled my thumb around her clit, teasing her relentlessly.

“You’re perfect,” I whispered, as I lifted her good ankle and placed it over my shoulder.

I lower my head, my tongue tracing a path along her inner thigh with open mouth kisses. She moaned as I inched closer to her center, my breath hot against her. I teased her with my tongue, flicking it gently against her clit before taking it into my mouth and sucking.

“Oh god, yes,” she gasped.

"Fuck, you taste so good," I whispered against her skin before slowly licking her from top to bottom.

I continued to kiss and suck, starting slow and gentle before building the intensity. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to devour her. She let out breathy moans as she bucked her hips against my mouth. Her body trembled beneath me.

"What do you need?" I breathed out.

“More,” she moaned, squirming.

"You want my hands?"

"Yes," she begged.

I slowly slid a finger inside her, feeling her warmth and wetness envelop me. Her tight walls clenched around me and I groaned in response, waves of need surging through me. She pushed herself further onto my hand, gasping and arching her back. My own body was screaming, my throbbing dick begging to be freed, but I pushed the thoughts aside. I continued working her with my finger, licking up every last drop of her with my tongue as she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Look up at me," I instructed. "I want to see how much you want this."

She obeyed, her gaze locking onto mine as I teased and tormented her with my fingers and tongue. Her pupils dilated with lust, her breath came in shallow pants as she pressed her hips against me.

“Boston,” she panted out, “That feels—so good.”

I slipped another finger inside her.

“Fuck!” she squealed.

“You okay?” I asked, gently pumping once, twice.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” she urged.

She was so tight. She clenched around my fingers and I curled them upward, searching for the spot I knew would send her over the edge.

“Oh shit,” she cried out.

“That’s my girl,” I coaxed.

Her body tensed as I sucked and licked her swollen clit, my tongue moving in time with my fingers. Her hands gripped the sheets as she moaned in pleasure, growing louder as I intensified the pressure and depth.

I could feel her body responding to my every movement. Her hips rocking and grinding against my face threatened to undo me. Tension was building in her body. I knew she was close, and I was determined to send her over the edge—to give her everything she deserved, every bit of pleasure she’d hoped this would be.

“Keep talking to me, pretty girl.”

“Boston, please, don’t stop.”

My name tucked between her soft moans was the sexiest sound I had ever heard.

"I think… I’m going to..." she panted, digging her nails into my back.

“That’s it. Come for me, Chandler.”

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