Page 334 of Branded
Shock that I was there. Now.
Sitting on his face.
“Cas—”
His hands tightened on my ass and his tongue flicked out.
And shock turned to fire.
His lips worked my clit, the rhythm of his flicking tongue joining in and?—
“Oh God,” I whispered, my hands flying forward, gripping the top of the headboard, fingers digging into the dark wood. “Oh God.”
He groaned, the sound vibrating through my slick pussy.
“Cas,” I moaned, desire pooling, need ratcheting up as he worked me, as his fingers joined his mouth and tongue, as his teeth showed up to the party mid-celebration. Fuck, that was good. Heat was spiraling through me, pleasure filling every cell, firing along every nerve.
And then he found a spot.
Found the spot.
And my hips ground down, rubbing against the stubble on his jaw, finding that his beard provided the perfect amount of friction.
Needing the roughness. Desperate for his touch, his teeth, his tongue.
I was close. So close. My hips grinding. My hands gripping the headboard?—
But I stopped…
Because suffocation.
I was suffocating my man and?—
Cas tore his mouth from my pussy, lips shining when he asked, “What the fuck are you doing?”
My lungs were working hard, my breaths in rapid puffs of air. “I’m going to hurt you. Or—” He exhaled and, fuck, that felt good, too, the air puffing against my sensitized clit, making it hard for me to think, to form words. “Or you’re not going to be able to breathe and I’m going to suffocate you and?—”
“Gorgeous.” His fingers flexed again, tugged me close once more. “When a man wants you to sit on his face, he wants you to sit on his face.”
“I—” A shake of my head. “But?—”
“You like what I’m doing?” he asked, flicking out his tongue, a bare inch between my pussy and his damp beard.
Well, that was easy to answer. I liked it. Liked it better than anything any man had ever done to me. Ever.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Then sit on my face, sweetheart.”
And then he didn’t give me a chance to say anything else because he’d tugged me down again and this time I wasn’t just sitting on his face, I was sitting on his face. No, I was riding his face. And he didn’t stop. And he didn’t get suffocated. Instead, his mouth worked my pussy, my clit. His fingers slipped back inside, flexing, spreading, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
Pleasure that sparked and grew into a full-blown fire that consumed me.
Then I wasn’t thinking about anything except that impending orgasm, the all-encompassing bliss that was barreling down on me.
And if it felt this good with just his mouth, just his fingers, what was it going to feel like with his cock inside me? Which was a thought that had my orgasm coming closer, fluttering at the edges of my consciousness.
Right there. Right there.
