Page 69 of Win Big

Excellent. I suck and pull at her tender nipples. I fucking love how they feel against my tongue and the sexy little noises of pure enjoyment she makes. Then I shift higher still and kiss her—deep, long, tongue kisses. She opens to me, kisses me back, and sensation radiates through every nerve ending in my body. Her hands touch my face as we kiss... and kiss... and kiss.

I lick down her throat, between her breasts, over one nipple. “You like this,” I say. Not a question.

“I love it. That makes me so hot... I’m aching.”

“Good. I want that pretty pussy to ache for me.”

“Sadist.”

“Maybe a little.” I suck a nipple again. She writhes. “It’ll be good for you too, though.”

“Confident.”

I guess that did sound kind of cocky. “Tell me what you want. Want to make you feel so good.”

“You are.” She gasps.

“I want to taste your pussy.”

“Yes. Do that.”

I kiss my way down her abdomen, my hands still caressing her tits, pinching her nipples. She’s panting in breathy little puffs of air. As I open my mouth on the soft skin beneath her bellybutton, her hips lift. “Mmm. I can tell you want it.”

“Please. Lick me.”

Christ. My dick strains, my balls ache, and the rush of my blood is scalding my veins.

I’m taking my time and maybe torturing her a bit, but I’m torturing myself too.

I spread her thighs wide, curl an arm beneath one, and tug her panties aside. Fucking beautiful. My blood on fire, I taste her, a long, slow slide of my tongue over the softest flesh.

She pushes back up onto her elbow, one hand landing on the back of my head and rubbing over it as she watches me eat her, licking, sucking her, sinking a finger deep inside her.

“Are you aching here?”

“Yes . . .”

“Good. Wanna take care of that.” I lick right over her clit.

“Oh Jesus,” she gasps. As if she can’t stay still, her hips move, her belly muscles contract. “Not already...”

I do it again. And again. I curl my finger inside her. Cries fall from her lips in a stream and she drops back down, raising her pussy to my mouth. I close my lips around the quivering nub and suck.

I feel her contract, her thighs tensing, her abdomen hollowing. She almost weeps as she comes, and my chest fills with effervescence. Gently, I lick her, tasting her orgasm on my tongue, and lay one more soft kiss on the patch of dark hair on her mound.

“Oh God.” She’s flat on her back, trembling, eyes closed.

“Okay, pretty princess?” I climb up over her again, wiping my mouth.

“I’m . . . yes.”

“I need a condom. Be right back.”

“’Kay.”

I don’t have to go far; they’re in my bathroom. I grab one and roll it on. When I return, she hasn’t moved. I smile.

I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them off, then help her lift up so I can pull off the camisole. I’m careful because it’s delicate... and so is she.

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