Page 53 of Crush
“Oh, wow.” He hungrily eyed my bareness and licked his lips. “Such a goddamn cute pussy, Brynn.”
Spreading me wide, Shea began to lick. Softly, gently, he used only the tip of his tongue to delicately trace my folds.
“Yes, yes,” I whispered, encouraging him to give me more.
His tongue flattened. Starting at my entry, Shea painted long, broad brushstrokes up my pussy—always reaching higher, higher, higher for my clit … yet always fallingjustshort, leaving me gasping for air and mewling in agony.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Shea!”
“Pleasewhat?” he teased, a sparkle in his eye.
“Give me your mouth …!”
He smiled.
Instead of his mouth, he gave me his finger.
I moaned, deep and guttural, as he stuck his thick finger past my folds and burrowed into my tightness.
“Oh my God,” I cried hoarsely, my inner muscles gripping at his finger uncontrollably.
And onlythendid Shea give me his mouth. The tip of his tongue found my clit, and he flicked my swollen and sensitive nub. With his finger buried in my hole, Shea French kissed my pussy, sloppily slurping at my wetness.
“Shea!” I howled, running my fingers over the sharp texture of his short hair.
With his mouth on my pussy, a cute smile tugged at Shea's lips—he reallylovedseeing me like this. And then harder, faster, his tongue lapped at my clit,while his fat finger cork-screwed in and out of my opening, hammering my g-spot again and again until—
I wailed, choking on air, “You're gonna make me come!”
He didn't let up. His wet muscle relentlessly thrashed and batted my clit, bringing me right up to the edge. He finger-fucked me harder, faster, dirtier—until the bright, shining ecstasy erupted from my core. My belly shook, my limbs trembled and flailed, and my screams of bliss belted out.
“Yes!”
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When I managed to open my eyes again, the athlete was still crouched between my legs. He held his fingers up to his face, studying the juices that trickled and ran down his thick finger—myjuices.
And then he wrapped his lips around his finger and sucked the cream right off.
A wildfire swept through my belly. It was such a naughty, filthy act to witness—and yet an undeniable turn on. I'd never had a lover worship my body like Shea … and now Itrulyfelt like a Queen.HisQueen.
“Shea,” I gasped, my stomach still twisting into knots. “I never knew you were so dirty.”
“Only for you. Iloveyour taste, Brynn.”
His wild, hungry eyes shined in the darkened living room as he drank me up. He looked like a man who couldn't wait to wreck me, a man whoneededto be balls-deep inside me. As far as I was concerned, he could have me anyway he wanted me. I sat up and unbuckled his belt and whipped it from his trousers.
Shea motioned for the upstairs. “Should we go to the bedroom first?” he asked as I pulled at his zipper.
“No,” I said. “I want you to fuck me, right here, on the couch.”
He growled with thick male desire. “Goddamn, Brynn.”
“Like that idea?” I sang. “Is it dirty enough for you?”
“Iloveit.”
I yanked and tugged at his trousers to peel them off his thick, tree-trunk thighs. With his trousers off, his cock rose, tenting his boxers comically high. I giggled and swiped his boxers to the ground—and then gasped.
