Page 52 of Torrid Passion
“Loki. Oh, Loki.”
I’ve never loved hearing my name on a woman’s lips in my life.
Dig.
The point of her heel lands right against my shoulder blade.
Damn.
My cock is throbbing so bad, I could drill a hole right through this mattress.
I lift my head long enough to command, “I want you to chase after your pleasure, gorgeous.”
“Wh—what?” she looks down between her legs, confusion painting her beautiful features.
“Gyrate your hips so your clit rubs against my tongue. You control the tempo and pressure. You’re guaranteed to shoot off like a rocket.”
“I don’t know, Loki. I’ve never done that before—”
“Kyla, trust me on this.”
“O—okay.”
She’s shy at first and barely moves her hips. To entice her, I do most of the work. A few more licks and she’s off to the races. Soon, Kyla is grinding against my tongue like a woman possessed.
That’s it, my poor lamb. Let me take care of you.
“Mother of God,” she sobs, gyrating her hips with more determination.
You’re been deprived? I’m your fucking salvation.
I’m unleashed.
She’s unleashed.
Neither of us is holding back.
I close my mouth over her clit and suck hard as I plunge my fingers in and out of her. She’s dripping wet and it causes a chorus of raunchy sounds.
Just the way I like it.
Dig.
Oh, fuck!
I felt that one.
My little lamb rocks her hips back and forth against my tongue without an ounce of shame.
Her pace is frantic.
She’s desperate.
She’s riding my tongue like a dirty girl who’s been locked up for far too long.
With her hands pressing hard against my head, I’m nearly suffocating.
Damn.
