Page 67 of S.O.S. Billboard

Yes!She was drenched. He ran his fingers through the flood which he knew was just for him, extracted his hand, thenbrought it to his face where he sucked her essence into his mouth.

“Yup,” she hummed. “Dirty boy.” O’Shea rolled her hips, clearly and silently asking for more.

Billboard wasn’t going to make her beg, but it washisagenda they’d be filling for the balance of their encounter. O’Shea would just have to wait for his dick, even though it was difficult not to immediately take what she was eagerly offering.

Letting go of her hands, Billboard scrambled to his knees and tugged her pants and panties off in one aggressive swoop, throwing them to the floor. His breath caught in his throat as he got his first look at her sweet pussy.

Effluent droplets sparkled on her deep, mahogany nether curls, and her pink flesh peeked out from below that downy nest, causing Billboard’s mouth to flood with need.

“I’m going to eat you until you scream,” he promised.

“Do it,” O’Shea countered. “But be warned. I don’t let go, easily.”

Again, Billboard couldn’t imagine what kind of assholes O’Shea had been with. Who wouldn’t take time to make this marvel of a woman come in every way possible?

“Challenge accepted,” he responded hoarsely.

He spread her legs and knelt between them, her pussy opening to him as he began his descent. But as much as he wanted to devour her, he decided to take things slowly; draw out her pleasure until she was begging him to finish her off.

He leaned close and blew across her soaked flesh.

She lifted her ass, attempting to get her pussy to his mouth, but he inched back and instead of his tongue, his palm gave her wetness a crisp slap.

“Oh!”

He looked at O’Shea. Her eyes were wide.

“Okay?” he asked, freezing up, suddenly afraid he might have overstepped.

“Nobody… Nobody has ever done that before,” she choked out. Her mouth opened and closed, then she bit her bottom lip. “More.”

Billboard was happy to oblige. He licked, he tongued, he sucked, and every time he felt her moving close to completion, he pulled back and spanked her pretty pussy.

Soon, she was trembling beneath him, making mewling sounds that had his prick flexing, imagining what it would be like to be deep inside her. Seeing her legs continuously quiver around him, he wanted nothing more than to sink his weeping cock into her sweet Nirvana, but he hadn’t yet proven to her that he knew exactly where her eager little nubbin lay.

It was time to bring O’Shea to the next level.

Billboard placed one hand on O’Shea’s flat abdomen, holding her down while he parted the hair that covered his little prize.

She whimpered, and her thighs twitched in anticipation.

He lowered his head again and flicked her sensitive flesh with his tongue, lashing across it once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth.

O’Shea keened, and it was music to his ears.

Teasing; skirting two fingers around the opening to her vagina while he suctioned her clit, he sensed the exact moment she needed more to tip over the edge, and sent his digits up inside her, immediately feeling the clench of her interior muscles as she grabbed on and came.

And came, and came…

Every time Billboard thought O’Shea was finished, the pulsating would commence again, and he’d lean in and tweak her clit with his lips, prolonging the throbbing inside her.

When she finally gave a huge, gasping sigh and her legs dropped, boneless to the bed, Billboard sat up.

Wetness and satisfaction, he knew, were plastered all over his face.

She sighed happily. “That was…”

“Epic?” Billboard supplied, unable to keep the grin from his lips. He’d never had a partner who was multi-orgasmic, and now that he’d experienced it with O’Shea, he didn’t think he could ever go back.

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