Page 51 of Organized Chaos
Brandon suppressed a groan, jaw clenching. “I want you wetter,” he said throatily, kissing down the length of my body. He bit the side of my torso before moving his mouth to my lower abdomen.
Parting my lips with two fingers, Brandon leaned back to ogle my pink flesh. Modesty shouldn’t concern me as I believed the human body to be a beautiful thing. Unease settled in all the same as no one else had seen me naked.
He studied every inch of me like it was a house of worship, chipping away at my hesitancies. Large hands clamped down on the backside of my thighs, raising my knees until my sex was indecently exposed to him.
He placed a swift kiss on my core and murmured against the skin, “Did you like it when I put my mouth on you earlier?”
I swallowed, licking my lips to quench the sudden dry mouth.
He twirled his tongue over my lips, making my legs quake. “Bet I could make your pussy flood.”
Raising my head, I stared down. He laughed at my wide-eyed gape, a vindication that he knew I didn’t catch his drift.
“I forget how innocent you are.” He blew a hot breath over my slit, drawing a shuddering breath out of me.
I watched in bewildered fascination as he lowered his face. My entire body jolted when his wet tongue languidly reached out for a long, slow lick, exploring the entirety of my slit in one motion.
Trembling, I rolled my head backward, head hitting the soft pillow. I bit my bottom lip. The sheets were already damp underneath, my ass cheeks writhing against the wet spot.
And just when I thought I’d be transported to an abyss, his tongue disappeared.
I ground my hips, but all I felt was his hot breath between my legs. Lifting my head, I impatiently peeked down.
His eyes were on mine, playful. “Want to ride my mouth?”
“What?” I squealed, unsure if I heard him correctly.
“I can make you come even harder if you ride my mouth,” he mused.
Before I could respond, Brandon wrapped an arm around my middle, rolling me until I was sprawled on top of him. He forced me into a straddle position with sturdy hands while he laid back on the mattress.
My heart slammed against my chest, bravado strained from the daunting task. Brandon was teeming with confidence over his every decision and seemed unwilling to feed into my nerves.
He pulled me forward until I straddled his chest. “I can’t wait. Need to feel your wet pussy throbbing in my mouth.” There was urgency in his voice and impatience in his eyes.
“Brandon—” I started reluctantly.
He pulled me forward again, this time sliding himself down to align his mouth with my sex.
And then his mouth was on me, this time without holding back.
He lapped vigorously, wet yet with such firm precision that it made my muscles tighten. Brandon’s hands closed over my knees and squeezed them closer, trapping his head between my thighs.
The new sensitivity surprised me. With a yelp, I moved. He only gripped me harder, his lewd tongue leaving no stones unturned. My body was flushed from prickling heat, mind delirious.
“God,” I sobbed desperately, hands landing on the wall by the head of the bed.
Lips barely detangled from my core as he asked, “Do you love it when I lick you here?”
I gasped, unable to do anything more than nod.
He released one hand to hook it around my thighs and peel my skin upward for more access. “Does it feel good, baby?”
I nodded again, begging with my eyes for him to ease the ache.
His hot breath tickled my slit. “Say it.”
“Feels good,” I whimpered, and he leaned in for a torturous lick.
