Page 116 of Icy Pucking Play

Evan gets up and walks over to the door of the den, closing it and locking it. He saunters back to the couch with a cocky grin on his face.

"Just in casesomeonewakes up…" he explains.

He sits back down next to me and leans in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, tender kiss. But the tenderness doesn't last long.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, matching the fire burning inside me.

Evan's hands roam over my body, exploring every curve and contour, and I moan against his mouth as his oversized palms cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making each nub pucker beneath his touch. The scratch of his stubble is rough against my skin, sending pricks of pleasure pulsing between my thighs.

"Fuck, Sophie," he growls against my skin. "You drive me crazy."

I gasp as he bites down gently on my collarbone, his hands moving to the hem of my shirt. He pulls it up and over my head, tossing it aside. My bra is next…he quickly whips it off. His eyes lower as he drinks in the sight of me.

He sighs. “You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, voice deeper than a bottomless ocean.

Leaning down, Evan slips one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting until I'm undulating beneath him. I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I grind against him, desperate for more friction.

Evan groans, his hands moving to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and off, leaving my pussy completely exposed to him.

Sitting back, he lets his dark blue gaze rake over my naked body. I shiver as he wets his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

“Jesus, woman,” he says, his voice hoarse with need. "I want to fuck you so badly."

I reach for him, pulling him back down to me. "So what are you waiting for?" I whisper against his lips. “You know I want you. Ialwayswant you.”

He growls, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. I can feel his cock, hard and insistent, pressing against my thigh. I reach down, wrapping my hand around him, stroking him through his jeans.

Evan breaks the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Sophie," he groans. "You're killing me."

I smile, enjoying the power I have over him. I unbutton his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock. I take him in my hand, stroking him slowly, feeling him grow even harder in my grasp.

Evan's hands find my pussy, his fingers sliding through my folds, finding me wet and ready. He circles my clit, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I press against his hand, desperate for more.

"Evan," I gasp. "Please. I need you inside me."

“Not before I go down on your pretty pussy,” he says, taking my breath away. “I need to taste you, baby.”

His words send a shiver of anticipation through me. Evan kisses his way down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reaches my inner thighs, he pauses, his hot breath teasing my sensitive skin.

I squirm, desperate for his touch. "Don’t stop," I whimper.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my flesh. "Patience," he murmurs, before finally, finally, running his tongue along my slit.

I cry out, my back arching off the couch as he licks and sucks at my most sensitive areas. His tongue circles my clit, applying justthe right amount of pressure to drive me wild. One and then two thick fingers slide inside me, curling to hit that perfect spot.

"Oh God," I moan, my hands tangling in his hair. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

Evan hums against me, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. His fingers pump in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue as it flicks and swirls around my clit. I can feel the pressure building, a coiling tightness in my core that threatens to snap at any moment.

"That's it, baby," Evan murmurs, his voice muffled against my flesh. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come all over my face."

His words are my undoing. With a cry, I shatter, my orgasm washing over me in waves of intense pleasure. Evan doesn't let up, his mouth and fingers working me through every aftershock until I'm a trembling, oversensitive mess.

When he finally pulls away, his face is glistening with my arousal. He wipes his mouth, a satisfied smirk on his face. "God, you taste amazing," he growls.

I'm still catching my breath as he crawls back up my body, his hard cock brushing against my inner thigh. "Your turn," I whisper, reaching down to stroke him.

Evan groans, his hips bucking into my hand. "As much as I'd love that, baby, I need to be inside you. Now."

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