Page 61 of Cougar Chronicles

This could go on forever and she would die a happy woman!

She shuddered and whimpered in pleasure. “That feels so good.”

“I haven’t even begun to make you feel good, Stacy.” He closed his lips around the nipple and tugged.

“Oh!” She willingly stopped herself from begging and decided to go with her feelings, not her thoughts. For the last time, she thought about Starr, and then she consciously decided just to feel. “Yes, Michael, yes. Suck my nipple, just like that.”

“Mmm.” His voice vibrated against her sensitive flesh. “You’re so fucking hot.” As he sucked, his fingers crept to her other nipple, and he teased it between two fingers.

The pressure ignited Stacy. “More, Michael. More.”

He twisted the hard bud while he nibbled on the other. His cock hung between his legs, hard and inviting, a pearly drop of pre-come glistening on its head. She reached for it, clasped her hand around its thick girth.

He winced. “God, Stacy,” he said against her breast. “Not yet.”

Had she done something wrong? “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. God.” His fingers left her nipple and dived beneath her skirt to rub between her legs. “It’s just…I’m so turned on. And fuck, you’resowet. Your panties are drenched.”

From what she knew, that was a good thing. “I’m wet for you, Michael. I want you.”

“Fuck, I want you too, baby. All of you.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs and pushed her skirt and panties down with one swoop.

She started to step out of her black strappy sandals, but he stopped her. “Leave them on, baby. They’re so sexy. And right now I want to taste that wet pussy of yours.”

He led her to the bed. “Lie down on your back,” he said, a tone of command in his voice, “and spread those long pretty legs.”

His jeans still hanging on his hips, Michael knelt between Stacy’s thighs. He closed his eyes and inhaled. “Mmm. I’ve been smelling you all night, and it’s been driving me slowly insane.”

Stacy shivered. She wanted this, wanted it more than she wanted to breathe at the moment. No man had ever put his mouth on this part of her, and though she’d written about the ecstasy of oral sex, she knew nothing about it firsthand. How would it feel? Would she shoot to the sky as Starr did? Would she…come?

God, she hoped so.

“You’re as swollen as a ripe peach, Stacy. Swollen and so pretty down here.” He slid his fingers over her wet folds. “So slick and wet for me.” He squeezed her labia between two fingers. “Beautiful.”

Stacy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The sensation of his fingers on her private parts was new and exciting, so much more than she had imagined despite what she’d written, and he hadn’t even tasted her yet.

Yowza! Sparks blazed across her flesh when he flicked the tip of his tongue against her swollen clit. A low moan escaped her throat.

“Yeah, baby. You like that? I’m going to shove my whole tongue up that hot wet cunt, baby.”

Cunt? She used naughty words frequently in her writing, but the c-word was one she’d refused to use.Cunt. She mouthed the word, imagined Michael’s low husky voice saying it again.Cunt. Damn, it was sexy! It turned her on.

“Tell me what you like,” he said against her wet flesh. “Tell me how to lick you, to make you hot.”

She was already hot. On fire. How could she tell him what she liked when she didn’t yet know herself? “I like it all, Michael,” she said, her breath coming in rapid pants. “Do it all to me. Lick my…cunt.”

Wow, it felt good to say the word! Like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. With that word part of her introversion melted away, replaced by raw need and desire. The carnal hunger inside her grew and grew.

“You taste amazing,” Michael said. He tugged on her labia, plunged his tongue into her passage.

Her whole body ignited. Something was happening, something big. Little pings of pleasure jolted through her each time his tongue hit her clit. The sparks broadened, intensifying, and soon her entire pussy was pulsing. Big. This was fucking big! She breathed rapidly, focusing on the steady need building within her. Part of her longed to break away, escape this mounting gratification. It was too much really, just too much. Time wasn’t suspending. She was still fully coherent. But how could the whole world be centered in her pussy? Her hips moved, seemingly of their own volition, matching each stroke of Michael’s tongue. He lapped at her, sucked her, and when he forced one finger into her slick channel…

Explosion.

The contractions started inside her but soon encompassed her entire vulva and radiated upward to her belly and chest, outward to her arms and legs. Words left her mouth, words over which she had no control. “Michael…God, Michael…so good…again….again!”

The orgasm rolled through her, and just when she thought the waves were subsiding, they started again. He thrust his fingers in and out of her.

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