Page 262 of Waiting Game

“With my tongue?”

“I think that’d be a great choice.” She peers around guiltily then, like the good little exhibitionist she is, frees herself from my hold to strip out of her pants.

“God, I love you,” I praise in delight.

“Hurry! It’s cold out here!”

No shit—she’s braver than I am.

Mia leans on the rail and hitches one foot to the middle spoke so that she can womanspread.

Behind her, there’s my land.

Above her, there’s nothing but the sun and the sky.

There is literally nowhere else on this earth I could imagine as being my favorite place other thanhere, right now.

“You only gonna look at it?” she grumbles but takes the situation into her own hands. Her fingers find her clit and she rocks her hips as she strokes it. “I’ll do it myself.”

“You think that’s a threat?” I retort, amused by the thought. “I love watching you touch yourself. You’re so fucking beautiful and so goddamn filthy.”

Shifting forward, I nip at her fingers before I take one into my mouth. I hear her breath hitch so I suck harder, then I let my tongue trace along its length before I ninja her and delve between her folds.

Her yelp is delicious. But not as tasty as her cunt.

Fuck, she’s better than pineapple on pizza.

That’s saying something.

I suck on her clit, giving her some good, solid pressure. I know I’m hitting the spot because her hands tug on my hair as if it’s a controller. I continue like that until she’s rocking her hips, then I move lower, sliding my tongue inside her pussy and using my nose to rub her clit.

She thrusts against me, riding my face, moaning and whimpering as her breathing joins the chorus. She’s all I can hear and all I can feel.

She’s so perfect, I can’t stand it.

I thrust my tongue into her faster, faster, wishing it were my cock but also glad to give her this. To givemethis. A better memory in this house. One that I don’t want to forget.

The flat of my tongue slips higher this time as I swoop it over her entirety. She squirms against me and completes my mission:

“Oh, Cole. Cole. Cole. God, I love you. Your tongue. Honestly. The best. No tongue like it. Faster. Ummmm. Yeaaahh. God. Like that. Harder. Fuck. Yes. More. Co—le. No. Don’t slow down,” she whines when I tease her. “THAT’sss it!!!!!!!”

I can see the exclamation marks like her finger got jammed on the keyboard.

From below, I watch her bite her hand so hard, it’s a miracle she doesn’t bleed as she wails through her release, hips still rocking as she rides my face, eking out every ounce of pleasure.

Just like she was born to do.

“Oh, my god,” she cries when I continue eating her out, savoring her juices and settling in for part two, but that’s when my phone rings.

Callan’s notification tone.

That little pussyblocker!

Kissing her clit, I give her a nuzzle with my nose then mumble, “I have something else to show you today but we have to sneak around.”

“Huh?” she garbles, staring blindly at me.

“Feel good, baby?”

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