Page 57 of The Misfit

Then I lick her hard right over the fabric. I damn near come unglued when her lips part, and a soft moan escapes. Oh, fuck me, she’s going to make noise through this? I might come in my towel like a fucking teenager.

I find the little nub of her clit and bite it gently, drawing another moan out of her. My cock is harder than steel, and I’m seconds away from humping the damn bed frame just to get some relief. I need these panties gone, need her laid bare to me.

Inching back a bit, I reach for her underwear, but she shakes her head, smiling, and shifts forward, lifting her hips and ass as she shoves them down her legs.

“Is it wrong that I want you?” Salem whispers, her voice soft.

“If it’s wrong, then we can deal with that later because I’m too far gone for you to stop now.” I’ve barely finished speaking, and I’m delving between her legs once more, my tongue slipping between her folds to find her clit.

Overtaken with pleasure, she falls back onto the bed, her hands fisting the covers. I half expect her to freak out, for reality to catch up with her, but neither of those things happen. Her perfect face twists with pleasure, and there’s something so beautiful about watching her come undone.

I continue to lick her, flicking my tongue against that tiny little bundle of nerves, making her go mad. She writhes against the sheets, and soon, her knees tremble against my shoulders.

“Oh … Oh my god.” She groans, and her deep voice sends an electric current straight to my throbbing cock.

I can’t take the torture anymore.

With one hand, I grip my length, tugging the towel loose on the way to get access to my skin. I suck on her clit and stroke myself, using some of the pre-cum already gathered on the head as a lubricant.

“Fuck. I’ve never been so turned on.” I groan against her folds as I pull back and look up the length of her body.

She’s killing me. Slowly. Painfully.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begs, her eyes pleading as she stares down at me.

“Never. Nothing could stop me from watching you come undone.” I grin against her soaking wet flesh and gently slide a finger inside her pussy. Her pretty brown eyes widen a fraction while her body tenses with surprise, but then relaxes a second later.

So warm, and wet, and fucking tight.Pure perfection.

“Lee …” Salem whines, and I can feel her need, her want. Lifting her hips, she seeks out a release that only I can give her. That power and control. The trust she’s putting in me. It makes any fear I have about doing something wrong dissolve into thin air. I’ll worship her body until she’s begging me to stop. Until she can’t tell what is pleasure or pain.

“I’m right here, Pantry Girl,” I whisper against her thigh. “You’re so tight, so fucking perfect. Think you can take another finger?”

“Yes!” She nods, her eyes pleading.

All I can do is smile as I insert a second finger, stretching her a bit more and making the space snugger. I can already imagine what it will feel like to sink inside her.

I let it play out like a movie inside my head, doing my best to make sure I remain present so I don’t take it too far. This is Salem, and she’s nothing like any of the others I’ve been with before. She’s different, special.

In and out, in and out.

I keep my pace slow at first and only move faster once her little body starts to writhe against the sheets. Her hands fly up to her chest, and she tugs at her nipples, rolling the tips between her fingers through the fabric of her shirt.

“I … I think I’m …” Her voice is tight, and she bites at her bottom lip in a way that makes me want to replace her teeth with my own.

Leaning forward, I replace my thumb with my tongue, sucking on her little clit, and begrudgingly withdraw my fingers from her tight channel. She offers a small whimper of displeasure at the loss but melts again when I stroke her clit. Her legs clamp tight around my ears, and that’s all the indication I need to know that I’m doing what I need to do.

“Oh god … Lee. Don’t stop,” she moans, and her thighs continue to tremble.

She’s close, and I can’t wait to taste her orgasm on my tongue. I forgo giving myself pleasure and use both hands to push her thighs open, keeping my tongue right where I need it to be. Salem releases a soft gasp, and then she spasms. Her entire body shatters as pleasure ripples through her, rewarding me with the sweet juices of her orgasm.

“So fucking good.” I groan against her pussy while I continue licking her slowly as she rides it out. I would love nothing more than to stay between her thighs, but we both know as soon as the orgasmic effects wear off, things won’t be so amazing. I don’t want her to regret this moment or think I took advantage of her.

Pulling away, she lets her thighs fall open like a butterfly, and I get a good look at her, the soft pink flush against milky pale skin, the dark curls just above her clit.Damn.I could look at her like this all fucking day and never get tired of it.

Her eyes widen as they skim over my achingly hard cock and up my chest, stopping at my mouth. I wipe it with the back of my hand, then lick it clean.

She bites her lip, and I lean over and kiss her, tasting her cunt and her mouth at the same time. Her hands clutch onto my shoulders, and before I realize what’s happened, she’s set me off balance and pulled me down on top of her.

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