Page 30 of Snow Harm, No Foul

Fuck. My jeans grow tight as I lean forward and run a knuckle over the seam of her slit.

“You’ve got such a needy cunt. I’ll have to work overtime to keep it pleased, hmm?”

Her swallow is audible. “I guess so.”

Pulling her panties to the side, I bare her to me. So slick and puffy, her pussy draws a groan from my chest. I spread her open and slide a hand beneath her ass to gain leverage.

“Let me start now.”

I drag my tongue between her lips and suck at her clit for only a moment before releasing it. She snaps a hand down to grab my hair, and I repeat my motions once more.

“That’s so good,” she whines, jerking her hips up.

Finding her clit with my thumb, I start rubbing it softly before spitting on her hole and sinking my tongue inside. She cries out, and I remove my thumb, sinking it into her cunt instead.

“Have you been like this for three weeks, Ivy?”

She tightens her hold on my hair, and I wish her skirt was out of the way so I could see her eyes rolling backward. “Yes!”

I pull my thumb free and sink two fingers in instead, stretching her. Her arousal drips down my knuckles, and I lean back in to lick them clean.

“This is my pussy now, Ivy. I’m the one it gushes for and the only one who can kneel before it. I’ll take good care of it and keep it real fuckin’ satisfied. Best cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

I lick at her clit, stroking it with a pressure that has her kicking her leg out and yanking on my scalp. My fingers brush the soft spot inside of her with every curl and thrust, drawing her pleasure out second by second.

She’s already on the edge, and I keep her there until I hear the words I need.

“Tell me it’s mine, angel. Not just this pretty pussy but the woman. You’re mine from now till the sun dies,” I demand.

A moan scrapes up her throat. “It’s yours. I’m yours. We’re yours.”

I rock forward as the words blast through me. Throbbing in my jeans, my cock aches with the need to sink deep inside of the walls rippling around my fingers, but it’s not the time.

Right now, this is what I need.

“Then come on my face, baby,” I murmur before pressing into her pussy and speeding up my movements.

It only takes a few moments of my flicking tongue and pistoning fingers to get her there, and when she comes, I drop a hand to my crotch and squeeze, desperate for some sort of relief.

Pleasure coils and ripples through me so fiercely I’m forced to release myself. Wetness blooms through my briefs as I choke on a groan and turn my cheek to rest against her inner thigh, panting like I’ve just run a marathon.

Ivy lets loose a low, gentle sound and massages my scalp. With her skirt stretched above me, we can’t see each other. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, considering what’s just happened.

“Is that something you like to do often?” she asks a beat later.

“Are you askin’ about eatin’ pussy, Ivy?”

“Yes.”

Slowly pulling back from between her legs, I sit back on my heels and take a long look at her expression, reading it for any sign that she didn’t enjoy herself. All I find is a blissed-out smile and a soft stare that punches through my chest.

I stroke her thigh, cautious of the burn my beard has left behind. “Could eat your pussy for every meal of the day. It tastes as good as it looks.”

“Now you’re just trying to embarrass me,” she says, looking away from me.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’ve never been told that before,” she admits.

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