Page 121 of Fielder's Choice

He lets his thumb run over the lace between my legs. “I could never deny you when you’re so pretty when you come.”

Without warning, he pushes my panties to the side and slides his middle finger inside me.“Lane…”

“Does that feel good, Livvy?” His ring finger slides inside to join the first. “You like being full of me?”

“Yes,” I moan. “You’re so good.”

“Fuck, I love burying my fingers inside you.”

I catch his eyes, and the specks of green reflect through the hazel. “What about your tongue?”

The words stop Lane in his tracks, and he looks at me nervously.

“Liv…”

I let my hand drift over his bare chest, taking in each ridge and curve of his defined muscles. “I want it, Lane.”

“I haven’t seen that part of you yet,” he breathes.

“Then I think it’s time you do.” My eyes flutter closed as I wait for his reply.

“Are you sure about this, Olive?”

“I’m sure,” I promise him. “I want you to see all of me, Lane.Let me show you all of me.”

Lane kisses me eagerly, every bit of desire he feels with what I’m asking clear with every swipe of his tongue against mine. He places several kisses down my neck before he helps me stand up. He reaches behind my back for the zipper of my dress before slowly lowering it. When he’s finished unzipping me, I push the dress off my arms and down my body, letting it pool at my feet.

“Liv…” His eyes rake over my mostly naked body as I stand before him in only a lace thong and heels. I lift my leg to undo the straps of my shoes, but he stops me. “Leave the heels on. Please.”

I grab his hands and bring them to the waistband of my panties. “I want you to take these off, Lane.”

He complies, slowly peeling the lace down my legs until it rests at my feet, and I’m standing naked before him. His gaze is heavy as it leers over me, and though I’ve never been more exposed, I’m not at all uncomfortable.

I’m safe with Lane.

I lean up and kiss him as he helps me back onto the mattress, sitting me on the edge. He plants chaste kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before kissing lower, paying attention to my nipples before slowly falling to his knees in front of me.

“Will you let me see you?” Lane asks softly, eyes gentle. I nod before I slowly let my legs fall open, completely baring myself to him. His throat bobs as he licks his bottom lip. “I want you to lean back, Olive, and brace your hands on the bed for support.Then I want you to throw these sexy legs over my shoulders so I can lick that perfect pussy.” I quickly do as he asks, all too eager to comply. “That’s my good girl.”

He leans forward and takes a long swipe at me, back to front. “Oh my God!”

“God’s not down here, baby.” His eyes are molten when they meet mine. “You’ll call out my name when I’m between your legs.”

“Lane!” I cry when he flicks his tongue over my clit.

“You taste even better when I’m not licking you from my fingers,” he groans, burying his tongue inside me again. “Your pussy is mine, baby.You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I moan. “I’m yours, Lane. All yours.”

I throw my head back and get lost in the sensation.

Lane is expertly skilled with his tongue. The way it feels when he presses it inside me, when he flicks it over my clit, when he lightly teases it over my center—it’s all perfection.

He’sperfection, and there’s no one else I’d rather have take this part of me.

He presses two fingers inside me as he works me over with his tongue. My hips buck off the bed, and he laughs against me. “There you go. Smother me with that cunt, Olive.”

“Lane, this feels so good.”

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