Page 56 of Breaking the Bloodstone Curse

“You’ll see.” She gave a low, musical laugh. “So do you want to play with me or not?”

“You know I fucking do,” Brax growled. “But you have to come down for me to lick you—and I mean all the way down. I want to get my tongue deep in this tight little pussy.” And he squeezed her full hips, urging her down to let her know he meant it.

A look of concern flitted over her face as she looked down at him.

“As long as you don’t think I’ll, um, squish you.”

Brax barked a laugh.

“Baby, have you seen how big I am? You can’t ‘squish’ me with your sweet, curvy body. Come down now and let me taste you fucking properly.”

He gripped her hips as he spoke and dragged her down to his mouth. He dragged his tongue along her cleft, barely covered by the white lace panties, and felt her writhe and heard her moan in surprised pleasure. Goddess, it was music to his ears!

Unable to wait any longer, he pushed the panties aside, baring her sweet pussy for him. She was already so wet and hot her outer lips were opening on their own. Her sweet little clit was swollen with need and she was wet and shiny with her own juices.

Brax growled—a mixture of sheer animal hunger and pure lust and dragged his tongue over her sweet little slit. He felt her twitch and moan and then she was grinding against his face eagerly, which was just exactly what he fucking wanted.

Gods, she tasted so sweet! He buried his face between her thighs and began to explore her with his tongue. As he did so, he thought he remembered tasting her before. He could remember her small fingers tugging at his hair, putting him where she needed him to go. Her honey was so sweet and salty…and so familiar. And her scent…it called to him. She smelled like home, if that made any sense. And Brax couldn’t get enough of her.

She writhed against him, her hips bucking as he bathed her clit and slipped his tongue deep inside her core to gather her honey from the source. Brax was pretty fucking sure she’d forgotten about their little contest at this point, but he didn’t care—he was more than happy just to taste her and drink her sweet juices.

But a moment after he thought that, the warm, wet suction returned to the head of his cock. He groaned as he felt her swirling her little pink tongue around and around his shaft. Goddess, she was good at that!

But as good as her mouth on him felt, he was determined to win their contest. He wanted to feel her coming in his mouth—her sweet pussy gushing honey just for him while she moaned.

Tightening his grip on her ample hips and thighs, he titled his chin and sucked her sweet clit into his mouth. He teased it, circling it over and over with the tip of his tongue while the little Mistress—no, Serenai, her name was Serenai, he remembered—writhed above him.

The suction on his cock eased and he heard her moaning.

“Brax…oh, Brax, yes! That feels so good! There—right there.”

Gods, he loved the sound of her moaning his name! Brax redoubled his efforts. She was close to coming—he could tell. Her pussy was getting so wet and hot and she was grinding against his mouth. Suddenly he felt her tighten up and her moans got even louder as her juices flowed just for him.

He guided her through her orgasm, teasing her clit until she started shying away from his tongue. Then he licked and sucked her more gently, cleaning up all the honey she’d spilled when she came.

When he finally let go of her hips and thighs, Serenai moved off him and lay beside him on the bed, panting.

“How…how are you so good at that?” she asked, looking up at him.

Brax grinned at her wolfishly.

“Years of practice, baby. Though I have to admit, yours is the sweetest little pussy I’ve ever tasted. Tell me something—are you a virgin? You’re so tight inside.”

She got a determined look on her face.

“I am…but not for long.”

And before he could say anything else she was straddling him again—but this time she was facing him and hovering over his cock. She reached between them to grip his shaft and began to rub the broad head against her slippery pussy. Then she slipped it back and he felt the mouth of her pussy sucking the tip of his cock, promising to take him to paradise.

“Hey, whoa—what are you doing?” Brax gripped her hips and stopped her when she would have taken him inside.

She looked at him innocently.

“Giving you your prize—you won our contest. Or didn’t you notice?”

“I noticed when you came all over my face, all right, baby,” Brax growled. “But I don’t know if you’re ready to take my cock all the way into your sweet little virgin pussy.”

“Yes, I am!” she insisted. “I want you in me! I want to feel you filling me, Brax—please?”

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