Page 119 of Lost Girl

“Goddamn, you’re drenched, baby,” I grit, licking my lips in anticipation.

“All for you.”

Damn right you are.Humming appreciatively, I go right in for the kill, sucking her clit between my lips. Her hips buck off the bed, but I push her back down, trapping her thighs beneath my palms as I relish that first moan that rolls off her tongue. It has to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, even sweeter than the first time I had her.

And I bet she tastes just as sweet, too.

Another quick suck and I’m pulling off, dipping down lower, tongue lashing out against her slit. Her essence coats me almost immediately, blasting over my tastebuds, leaving me wanting more.

She’s sweeter than I imagined.

“So good, baby”—slurp—“You taste so. Fucking. Good.”

Wendy mewls at my concession and trails her hands up her body, clasping her tits in a death grip as she tries rolling against my tongue.

She’s losing it already, desperate for more friction,and I’m only just getting started.

I eat her fiendishly, without a single ounce of mercy, leisurely working my way up with leisure, swirling the very tip in slow circles around her clit that leave her shuddering in my grasp.

“Tavi,” she pants, “please.Please fuck me.I need you...”

“You’re gonna have me, baby, don’t worry. We have time,” I remind her, sucking her lips, nipping at them between my teeth. “I need you to come for me first, right here on my tongue.”

Another decadent moan rents the air, louder still when I add a finger into the mix and crook it against that spot.

“Oh, God. Oh, God…”

She’s getting closer, walls greedily sucking my finger in deeper as I increase the speed and push down on her mound with a firm hand. My little wolf isn’t just going to come, she’s going to explode.

And that’s exactly what I want.

I want hergushingfor me.

Limp.

Borderline incoherent.

A few more pumps as my tongue assaults her clit, and the spasms match the frequency of her moans. Any minute now. She’s going to blow any minute now, and I can’t wait.

Harder, faster, I fingerfuck her like my life depended on it, gaze rapt on the way her fingers pull at her nipples, how her back bows off the bed, eyes likely in the back of her bed.

“Give it to me, Wendy. Give me what I want. Come for me, baby,” I growl, teeth bared from the force of my ministrations.

What tips her over the edge is that one final suck to her clit.

Gasping around every bit of air her lungs can take, she literally gushes all over my hand, her juices running my arm as I continue the onslaught, my dick fucking throbbing against the side of the bed.

By the time I withdraw, she won’t know what year it is, that’s how hard she just came.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I’m crawling over her as she lays there in a heap, panting, whimpering. The bed is soaked beneath her, but I’m not sure she even feels it.

Hand stroking my cock, I pump it enough to alleviate the mounting pressure and rub in the precum leaking from the tip. I’m sliding in right after that, eyes rolling as her pussy sucks me right in, molding against like she was made for me.

“Fuck,” we hiss in tandem, relishing this feeling right here.

Something we got the tiniest taste of only to be denied time and time again.

Dropping my forehead to hers, I claim her mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue dipping playfully into her mouth. She’s spent, but she’s still with me, kissing me back with equal fervor.

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