Page 63 of Rhet

“Open your legs for me.” I don’t even recognize my own voice. Its rich, dark, and heavy.

She doesn’t hesitate, she spreads them wide. I put her arm over my shoulders, around my neck. She stares at me, her eyes heavy with lust.

I take my thumb, passing it on the outer part of her underwear. Her wetness seeps through the fabric. I trace her pussy with the edge of my fingernails,

“Look at me.”

I lick my index finger and I suck on my ring and middle finger. Zee’s mouth hangs open when I suck on my fingers. I pull her panties forward. Reaching my hand down to feel only bare skin.

I look at her with reverence. “You wax?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, it’s going to be a pleasure to eat your pussy, Zee. A whole pleasure.” I circle her clit in a slow circular motion. She feels warm, wet, and damn perfect.

ZEETA

I don’t know my name. I don’t know where I am. The end of my skirt is wet and stuck between my teeth. Rhet makes me forget everything.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look to me right now?” His voice is saturated with lust.

I don’t care how I look I just want to come.

He leans into me and places his mouth by ear. “Can I eat this smooth pussy out?”

I nod.

“Atta a girl. You want my fingers to fuck your tight pussy?”

I nod vehemently.

“Say it,” he commands, I can tell then he is taking pleasure from my submission.

“Please, Rhet, finger fuck my pussy.” The skirt shifts as I try to talk.

I can hate him later, but right now, he owns me and my body.

He pulls back and looks me in the eye. His fingers are right at my entrance, rubbing near my clit. His blue eyes look darker, his hair falls into his face.

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He parts me slowly with his fingers and enters my pussy. “Oh, fuck me, your pussy feels hot.”

He creates the sweetest rhythm with his fingers. It feels so good. I arch my back and the top of my head touches the cabinet door.

Rhet takes it as me offering my breast to hold. He takes one and begins to suck my nipple. It’s an overflow of pleasure.

“Are you going to come?” he asks, as he moves his fingers faster.

“Yes. Please. It’s right, It’s right ther—”

He pulls his fingers away and steps out of my reach.

I watch him. He takes his fingers and smells them. Then sucks them and groans. “You taste so good.”

When he reaches over the kitchen sink and washes his hands, I realize this is done.

“Are you kidding me right now?” I’m angry. Kill him now, Zeeta. My skirt slips from my mouth and slips down my body slowly.

“What?” He looks at me like he wasn’t just about to give me the orgasm of my life.

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