Page 43 of The Delta's Rogue
Goddess, the noises she makes. And her tits. Her fucking gorgeous tits. So round, so full, so perfect. I explore and caress them, testing their weight in my hands and squeezing them, learning what types of touches she prefers more.
She arches her back, thrusting her breasts forward and into my hands more.
“I can’t wait to watch these bounce around while you bounce on my dick.” I give them another squeeze. “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”
I lie back, bringing her with me and lifting her so she kneels above my face. My gaze travels up her body, dick already hardening again from the sexiest sight ever: my little rogue, with her knees on either side of my face, arms locked behind her back, thighs spread, and her naked, bare pussy inches above my mouth. Her stomach is tight and flat, and her exquisitely round breasts thrust out in an erotic display, nipples topping them off like cherries on a sundae.
I continue staring at her, memorizing this view. I hold her in place, preventing her from lowering herself to my mouth. Sarina’s thighs shake from the effort of fighting me, but I’m not ready for that. Not quite. I want to tease her a little more. I want my little rogue to be begging me to taste her and fuck her.
As I rub one knuckle over her pussy lips, I groan at how wet she is. “I was wrong.” I kiss her inner thigh, grinning at the wetness from her soaking wet pussy coating it.
“About what?” Her hips buck as I continue teasing her with my knuckle.
“I said I thought this was the prettiest pussy, but there is no doubt in my mind now. This isdefinitelythe prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” I lift my face so my breath brushes over it. My eyes roll back in my head as I smell her fragrant sweetness. “Goddess, your scent is mouthwatering.” I dart my tongue out and lick a line from her entrance to her clit, my eyes closing in delight at her taste and the long, loud moan she releases. “You taste even better than you smell.” I kiss the inside of her other thigh. “So sweet. So delicious. I could eat your pussy for every meal, Sarina.” I dart my tongue out a second time, letting this lick last longer than the first.
Her answering moan is longer too, and her nipples grow tighter as goosebumps skitter across her upper body.
“Sebastian…” she whines, hips twitching as she fights my hold. “Sebastian, please!”
“That’s it, Baby Girl,” I coax, lowering her hips until she’s an inch away from my mouth and my lips brush her entrance. “Beg for it. Beg for it like the needy little rogue you are. Scream my name so everyone knows who is in here making you come.”
I release my grip, and she drops onto my waiting lips, hips already rolling and grinding as I suck her clit into my mouth. She moves with wild abandon, like the free little thing she is. Her tits behave exactly as I imagined they would, and I can’t wait until they bounce in my face. I can’t wait to take one of those pretty nipples between my teeth and tug on it until she cries out from the mix of pain and pleasure.
“You’re doing so well, Sarina. Such a good fucking girl,” I praise between my kisses to her pussy. “Do you like being a good little rogue for me? Do you like it when I play with you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replies without hesitation. “I want to be good for you. I want to be your good little rogue.”
“Oh, Baby Girl.” I lick a long, slow line through her entrance, flicking her clit with my tongue when I reach it. “You are. You are such a good girl.”
“Sebastian!” she cries, nearly sobbing, her arms straining against the red fabric around her wrists. “Sebastian, may I come please?”
“Tell me whose needy little rogue you are. Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me who you’re going to think of when you touch yourself every night.”
“Yours! It’s your pussy, Sir. I’m your needy little rogue, your good girl. I’m going to think of you every night when I touch myself.”
I groan against her entrance and press my tongue into her pussy, flexing it so it’s as stiff as it can be. I pull her as close to my face as I can, nose pressing against her clit, and I breathe in her delicious scent.
Goddess, she smells like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Her taste is beyond imagination. Her hot, tight little body is sheer perfection. And the way she knows exactly how to be with me? The way she follows my orders and submits to me, trusting me to lead her and bring her the pleasure I know she needs?
She. Is. Perfect. A perfect little sub.
“Come for me, Sarina,” I murmur, blowing on her clit.
“Sebatian!” she yells to the heavens, voice shaking as she falls apart.
My hands grip her ass, guiding her hips to continue moving through each pulse of her clit, each wave of her release. The juices spilling from her and into my mouth are sweeter than ambrosia and more intoxicating than fairy wine.
She writhes above me, skin covered in a dewy sheen of sweat highlighting the golden undertones and giving the illusion that she’s glowing in the dim light of the tent. She holds nothing back, moaning and screaming my name, her body rolling like the waves of an incoming tide.
“That was beautiful, Baby Girl.” My mouth is still between her legs, pressing little butterfly kisses to her pussy to draw out her orgasm. “You’re so captivating when you come for me, so fucking sexy when you scream my name. My good little rogue.”
I never want to leave this spot. I want to die here, to wake up each morning and start my day with her pussy riding my face.
“Thank you, Sir,” she pants.
Her body glistens with sweat, and her hair sticks to her neck and cheeks. My dick is hard as a rock again, ready and waiting for her to sink her tight little pussy on it. That fucking beautiful, delicious pussy.
I lift her off my face and sit up, placing her in my lap. Her tits thrust forward, and I cup her chin, tugging her face close to mine as I reach around with my other hand to untie her. I place gentle kisses to her lips and cheeks, bringing her hands forward and resting them against my chest, soothing her wrists with light touches from my fingertips.
