Page 15 of Gerald's Wis
Hesitantly, I did as he instructed. Nerves filled me because I worried if I would taste good to him and would his touch feel good or would it be awkward. I had watched porn and read romance novels and the woman always seemed to love having a man eat her pussy.
Throughout the years, I had indulged in my own self-pleasure; however, my body was an untouched temple by any man. I was nervous. However, in the end, the excitement of the unknown experience of having a man’s touch against my pussy had me wanting to grab the back of his head and force him between my thighs.
The warmth and light touches of Gerald’s fingers sliding up the inside of my thighs sent waves of pleasure throughout me. My body responded wantonly. I lifted and moved my hips, trying to get Gerald’s touch where I desperately desired it to be.
When Gerald’s warm, wet tongue flicked my clit, I thought I was going to come unglued. I arched my hips, greedily wanting his tongue, lips, and mouth to devour me. A whimper escaped me when he held me firmly in place with his hands on my thighs. I needed him. Needed more of his touch.
“Just as I imagined?” Gerald moaned and then kissed my pussy gently.
“Just as you imagined what?” I asked, looking down between my thighs. Gerald’s intense, sensual gaze met mine.
“I knew your pussy would be perfect… Good enough to eat,” he grinned.
His words sparked something inside me-- a primitive side of me. A side of me that no longer wanted to worry about anything to include my mother’s or society’s approval or disapproval of the things I did.
“Prove it,” I said vixen-like. Gerald grinned.
“What do you want me to prove, Kaylee?” he asked huskily.
“Prove to me that my pussy is perfect and good enough to eat.” I ran my hands through his short hair.
“Has your bad girl side come out to play?” He looked at me cockily.
The man knew he was incredibly sexy and driving me wild. He knew that he had unleashed a side of me where there’d be no return. And I didn’t care that he knew. Nor did I care about crossing the point of no return. I just knew what I wanted and that was Gerald.
“Devour my pussy, Gerald,” I pouted. “Don’t you want to be the first man to taste me… to make me come?”
The look in his eyes told me I had uncaged the beast inside him and that I’d leave his apartment a changed woman.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“You’re a very naughty girl for ordering me around,” Gerald moaned. “However, that was sexy as fuck and I’ll allow you a free pass.”
I attempted to squeeze my thighs together to dull the wanton ache between them; however, with Gerald between them made it impossible.
“My pussy is throbbing for you. I need you,” I whimpered. The need for his touch was becoming painful mentally and physically. I needed him to put me out of my misery. “Please...sir?” I moaned.
“Good girl,” he rewarded me with the stroke of his tongue from the pool of my arousal up to my clit. “Delicious.”
“You like--” My sentence was cut off by my moans.
With my clit between his lips, Gerald flicked my clit over and over. I raked my nails across his back. He continued torturing my clit with pleasure as he reached under me. He grabbed me by my ass and then pulled me closer against his face.
Greedily, I worked my hips and pressed my pussy against his face. He didn’t stop me from moving. He didn’t back away. And, he didn’t punish me. Instead he grabbed my ass harder, moaned against my pussy and continued to devour my pussy with his tongue, lips, and mouth as I had requested.
“That feels so good, sir,” I moaned.
“Good, girl,” he said briefly, breaking away from tasting me.
He pressed his tongue inside my pussy and did motions with it that could only be described in one word…Ecstasy.How could something so shameful feel so fucking good? Truthfully, I didn’t care. I needed this. Needed Gerald to fuck me with his tongue.
My legs quivered as he continued working my pussy with his tongue. My nails dug into his back and I worried that I might hurt him. When I moved my hands off his back, he growled and looked up at me. He shook his head. I placed my hands back down onto his back.
“Good, girl,” he said with his tongue no longer fucking me.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have moved my hands,I complained to myself. My complaint quickly ceased, when Gerald’s finger rubbed at the opening of my pussy.
“Mine,” Gerald growled then slid his finger inside me. My pussy stretched to accommodate his long, thick finger as he slid it inside me slowly and deeply. My back arched off the counter and several moans escaped me.
