Page 111 of Hidden Memories

She braces against the headboard, thighs trembling.

I growl. "Sit."

She lowers onto my mouth and I groan—deep, savage—dragging my tongue through her folds, tasting her like I’ve been starving for it.

She’s dripping. Coating my lips, my chin. I dig my fingers into her ass, spread her wider, drag her down onto my face where she belongs.

Her body is melting onto me but she still hesitates.

“Can you breathe?”

“Breathe? I’m taking care of another vital need. I’m hungry, baby. Now ride my face like you’re hungry for something, too.”

She rocks forward, fingers twisting in my hair, thighs clenching around my head.

“Oooh…right there.”

Fuck, yes.I give her what she asks. I drag my tongue over every inch of her perfect, messy cunt.

She grinds, chasing the pressure, using me, owning me.

Good.

"Take what you need."

Her breath turns ragged. She’s so close…

I bite her thigh just hard enough to make her jolt.

"You like me fucking you with my tongue.Michi?"

“Yes,” she pants.

"Fuck my face… fuck it hard, fast… however you want it…”

I suck her tall clit between my lips, my fingers dig into her thighs— and that’s it.

She shatters.

I lick her through it, drinking her in, sucking her just enough to keep her locked in this moment.

When she finally collapses forward, head resting on a pillow, body spent, I run my hands up her spine, tracing every dip, every soft curve, grounding her.

Slowly, she slides back down my body, her glorious tits painting my chest. She hooks her luscious thigh around my hips.

“That was very good indeed, cowboy.” She’s dazed.

I smirk against her mouth. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not done with you.”

She lifts an eyebrow. “No?”

I bite her lip, dragging my teeth over the soft flesh, tugging just enough to satisfy this feral need inside me to devour her.

“Now that you’re nice and wet, it’s time to ride my cock.”

Her body says wrecked, but her eyes say more.

Her smirk is pure sin. She straddles my hips. Her heat alone is enough to make me cum. The rough sound that escapes me is somewhere between amusement and pure wreckage.

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