Page 99 of Hound Dog
Wide, brown eyes blinked up at me, filled with wonder.
Taking my time, I pushed the hem of her shirt higher and skimmed my fingers over the strip of skin visible right above her hip bone.
I gently pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it at our feet, leaning back to admire the sexy push-up bra that accentuated her flawless breasts.
The juxtaposition of her fancy, feminine, lace bra and my baggy gym shorts, slung low on her hips, may have been the most surprisingly erotic thing I’d ever seen.
As I stepped back to admire the whole picture, she pushed the shorts off her hips, and they fell in a pool of fabric at her feet.
Then, she unfastened her bra, and her perfect breasts spilled out. Taupe nipples, hard and ready, begged for my mouth.
Fuck me.
I was wrong.Thiswas the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
Haylee standing in front of me in only her panties.
God bless the man who invented the thong.
I didn’t even know where to begin. I didn’t know which part of her to worship first.
I started by kissing my way down her body—along her neck, her clavicle, over the swell of her breast—until my mouth hovered over her hard nipple. I licked around the textured, pink pearl as she gulped a breath, her hand flying into my hair and tugging hard.
The minute her hands clamped down onto me, I closed my mouth over her nipple and sucked hard, scraping my teeth gently before kissing my way to her other breast.
Breathless, she growled my name, followed by a series of pleas.
Fuck me. Her reaction was so urgent, so primal, that it left me groaning and melting to my knees in front of her.
I’d dreamed of this moment for years. Dreamed of the day I’d have Haylee in my arms, in my bed. I didn’t even care if I got a second of attention as long as she was taken care of.
I kissed a trail down the center of her stomach until I reached the scalloped lace trim of her panties. Instead of tearing them off like I desperately wanted to do, I continued kissing… over the fabric.
She was wet. So wet that she’d left a dark spot on her panties, and the sight and scent of her made me impossibly harder and greedy for more.
I hooked my fingers into her panties and dragged them down over her smooth thighs, discarding them with the rest of our clothes.
Mother of fucking God.
She was gorgeous.
Kill me now. I’d die a happy man.
I spread her with my thumbs and licked slowly up her wet slit. She bucked off the wall, arching her back and widening her thighs.
I licked her again, with more pressure this time, before trailing higher and flicking my tongue against her clit.
Her gasp was my greenlight, and I dove into her pussy, eating her, licking her up and down and in circles.
I barely registered her moans, her cries, her screams and continued like a man possessed, completely inebriated by her. I licked and sucked her over and over, holding her against the wall so that her trembling legs wouldn't completely give out on her.
I hoisted one of her legs up on my shoulder, giving myself even better, deeper access to her core and fucked her with my tongue for several minutes before closing my mouth around her small, firm clit and sucking hard.
“Please, Finn. God, please…”
She thought she was ready to come, but not yet. God, please, not yet. I never wanted this to end. I could lick her pussy all night.
I slid two fingers all the way inside of her.
