Page 75 of Pick Me

“Why’d you stop?” Her lips were red and puffy, her eyes dark. I dragged my fingers over the silky boxer shorts she was wearing, toying at the edge.

“Because I’m starving.” My body burned with want as my fingers tickled the edges of the boxers. The only thing keeping me away from her.

Thea pulled her sweatshirt over her head, revealing a thin tank barely covering her breasts. Her chest heaved as she watched me take her in.

Everything.

I wanted everything from her. To own and know every little part of her.

She pushed her chest out, but my hands didn’t waiver from her shorts. There was only one place I wanted to go.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asked, her voice low. “Eat.”

Yes! Matty was right. Waiting for her to come to me—literally—was the best idea he’d ever had, including marrying Britt. That asshole knew what he was doing.

My hands shook as I peeled off her shorts, and she shimmied her hips to help ease out of them. After flinging them across the room, I opened her legs and rested my body between her perfect, warm thighs.

“Is this okay?” I asked, wanting to be careful, not only because Matty told me to, but because she’d had someone take away her right to choose before. I would not do that. When she nodded, I planted my hand on her thigh. “What about this? Still okay?”

“You got my consent to eat my pussy when you perched me on this counter, Jackson.” Her voice was so bland for the fiery words behind them.

I wasted no time flattening my palms against her thighs and opening her up a little wider. To my dismay, she still had pink panties on. I thought I’d gotten rid of all the barriers when I pulled those shorts off. I licked my lips before glancing at Thea, who had this crazed, drunken look in her eyes.

Oh, I loved this. She wanted me.

“Are you wet for me, Pyro?”

“Why don’t you quit yapping and find out.” Her commands were making me harder than the marble she was sitting on. I might just love being controlled by her.

I slid my hands up her thighs until my thumb was tracing the edge of her panties. So close to her clit but still not touching her. She flinched as I moved my thumb, her hips wiggling toward my hand, begging me to touch her.

Pushing the wet fabric to the side, I traced the seam of her tight little pussy with my thumb, taking in how beautiful she looked offering herself up to me. “Fuck. You’re perfect. Have I told you that already?”

Her breath hitched as she thrust forward, plunging my thumb inside her. So tight. Thoughts of being inside her raced through my mind, making my dick throb. I wanted to squeeze it and jerk myself off as I ate her out, but this was the only opportunity she would offer me, and I needed to make it count.

Pushing my thumb all the way inside her, I dropped to my knees and placed a gentle kiss on her swollen clit. Her legs trembled as she closed her eyes, and I frowned. I wanted her to watch me, to know it was me pleasuring her.

Without warning, I backed away, leaving her open and ready.

She opened her eyes, shock filling her beautiful face. “Watch, or I stop,” I commanded. She might like giving orders, but I did too.

Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she nodded. Pressing forward, I dragged my tongue from her ass to her clit, circling the small bud of nerves as I drove a finger inside her. “Didn’t waste any time,” she groaned, watching my tongue’s every flick, and damn did that sight turn me on.

“I’m just taking on feedback,” I retorted, my breath fanning her pussy as my finger moved inside her. She threaded her hands through my hair, guiding me back in place. Her hips rocked against my mouth as I flicked my tongue across her, lapping in one direction and then changing.

She slowly rocked closer to the edge of the counter. Not wanting a fall to end the most delicious meal of my life, I placed her legs over my shoulder and pulled her forward. Pussy. My face was covered in Thea’s pussy, and I didn’t think there was anywhere else in life I’d rather be.

I flicked my gaze up, connecting my eyes with hers.

Good girl.Glad to see she was still listening. I didn’t hold back and devoured her pussy. I licked her clit so fast her breath hitched, and her center got so slick I could easily add another finger.

“Fuck,” she moaned. It was tortured and harsh, and I smiled against her heated flesh. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her lashes looking heavy.

“Do you like watching my fingers fuck you, Pyro?” I wasted no time darting my tongue out and tasting her again. She gasped, and her hands clawed my shoulders, desperate to control this.

I wouldn’t let her, though.

I circled her clit with my tongue, tasting her essence and gorging on it. So good. She tasted better than anything I’d ever had before.

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