Page 16 of First Comes Love… Then Denial

Chapter Six

ZANE

Candice bit her bottom lip. Her lust-filled eyes were locked on me, making it hard to keep me from ravishing her. I wanted to ram every inch of my cock in her sexy shaven pussy and spoil her later.

“Spread those beautiful thighs and let me see what’s mine,” I demanded, stroking my fingers lightly up the inside of her thigh. Her back arched and she trembled.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered before spreading her thighs.

“Looks delicious,” I smirked. “Do you want me to please you with my tongue?”

“Yes… please.”

The tremble in her voice made my dick twitch eith excitement. I felt like a fucking teenager, who was about to taste my first pussy.

“Please?” Candice asked softer. Her bottom teeth sank into her top lip.

I needed to end my suffering. Before another second could ass by, I lifted her legs and laid on my stomach. My face was now mere inches from her pussy. I could smell Candice’s arousal and feel the warmth radiating off her body.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned.

I glanced up and barely saw her face over her large breasts.

Fuck.

With the tip of my fingers, I spread her lips. The inside of her pussy was pink, wet, and warm. I blew lightly against her lips. I watched her muscles tighten and a moan escape past her lips.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“What do you need?” I asked huskily, sliding a finger into her pool of arousal. Her pussy stretched the deeper I went inside her.

Candice gripped the sheets and whimpered something I couldn’t quite make out.

“Tell me what you need, Candice.”

“You. I need you,” she sat up on her elbows and looked down at me over her breasts. “I need you, Zane. Please.”

The innocentness in her tone and the look of need in her eyes had me sliding a second finger deep into her pussy.

“Fuck!” she screamed with her head tilted back.

Slowly, I worked my fingers in and out of her tightness. With each thrust inside her, she moaned, begged, or screamed. She was so responsive to my touch and I hadn’t even touched her with my tongue.

I thrust my fingers in her faster and harder. Her back arched, legs shook, and hands gripped at the covers.

“Is this mine?” I asked, but before I heard her answer, I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck!” Candice’s hands left the comforter and found their way to the back of my head.

Normally, a woman wouldn’t be allowed to touch me unless I ordered her to do so. However, Candice was different. I wanted… No. I needed to feel her touch.

With each thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue, Candice responded pleasingly. My name rolled off her tongue huskily and sensually. Her thighs tightened around my head. She worked her hips and held my head while she ground her pussy against my face and tongue. Everything she did turned me on more and more.

“Eat my pussy, Zane,” Candice order. She didn’t need to repeat her request.

I buried my face between her thighs and like a hungry man went to town on her pussy. Greedily, I savored her wetness with my tongue, nipped at her clit with my teeth, and sucked her lips into my mouth.

Her wetness was sweet and reminded me of peaches. She tasted devine.

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