Page 105 of Shortcake
But after so many years of depriving myself a normal life, I couldn’t help it anymore. I needed this.
I needed Addy.
I needed to tell Harper about us and make our relationship public and official.
But right now? I just needed to taste the sweet honey between her legs and feel pleasure. Everything else could be dealt with later.
“Now turn around to face me,” I demanded with a swift smack to her ass. The noise was louder than I intended, but judging from the way she threw her head back in ecstasy, she loved it.
We’d have to play with that spanking thing a little later when we had the house to ourselves and could be as loud as we wanted.
She did as I said, turning to face me, not bothering to argue.Good girl.
Every piece of me wanted to spread her thighs and just dive in, bury my face between her thighs, but she seemed more skittish than usual today. So instead, I gently swiped my tongue across her clit, sampling the length of her in one long sweep of my tongue.
Her hamstrings tightened beneath my hands, the muscles bunching, balling up beneath the firm squeeze of my hands and she moaned. “Shhhhh,” I teased her, glancing up at her, standing there in all her glory.
I had the perfect view of her body, standing like this. Spread, statuesque. If only DaVinci had had her as a model, think of how different the Mona Lisa may have looked.
She was so petite that she had to push onto her toes, her heels lifting off of the flip flops she wore on her feet, in order to lean against the counter.
I was suddenly aware of every little thing I could feel on my body. My khaki uniform pants were too tight. So fucking tight against the painful throb of need in my cock. The air conditioning blew chilled air across my sweat dotted brow.
Tight, electric desire built in my groin as the delicate scent of her hit me.
With every ounce of restraint I possessed, I pulled back from her and instead, spread her wide so that I could see every inch of her perfectly glistening, pink cunt.
“Fucking perfect,” I whispered. Then, I reached out to circle my finger against her wet center. I groaned as she drenched my finger. “You are so wet.”
Her legs trembled. “Conrad, please,” she whispered.
Greedy girl.
I slid my finger inside her, thrusting it hard until I was knuckle deep and curved it against her slick core.
Her gasp of pleasure was just the confirmation I needed to pump into her faster. God, I wished it was my cock between her folds. But that wasn’t in the cards. Not for tonight. Tonight was about Addy’s pleasure. Addy’s reassurances.
Tonight was to make her feel good.
I’d have other nights.
“Please,” she begged again, repeating the word over and over again as goosebumps pebbled the skin on her legs.
I worked my fingers in and out of her, pumping in relentless rhythm and alternating between my fingers and my tongue until she was squirming and writhing above me, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet. Rubbing those delicious thighs together for any amount of friction that might satiate her need.
I needed to drink her release. I needed to feel the pulse on my tongue and lips.
The thought alone made my cock pulse, jolting against the tight seam of my pants.
My dick was painfully hard, pressing against the zipper of my flat front pants. I abandoned fingering her and instead used my hands to spread her cheeks wide for me as I licked her like a man possessed.
I thrusted my tongue as deeply into her core as I could manage, devouring her, eating her like a man unhinged. A sharp cry left her lips as she wriggled her body against me. I sucked her clit between my teeth, rapidly flicking my tongue overtop.
“Oh God,” she whimpered and pushed into me, churning her hips over my face.
I let her ride me as needed, use me, fuck my face to gain her own climax. Her entire body tensed, muscles going intensely rigid as her pussy clenched around my tongue.
The final cry came when I circled her clit with my finger as she rode my tongue to climax, thrusting with each pulsing spasm until they finally subsided.
