Page 53 of Torrid Passion
I suck on her clit like I own it, alternating between lapping my tongue ravenously and flicking it teasingly.
I’ve eaten plenty of pussy in my lifetime and I take it very seriously, but watching Kyla lose control is erotic as fuck. My massive bulge threatens to tear my pants open, ripping them from seam to seam.
Fuck.
My fingers are punishing now and my tongue is unforgiving.
“Please, please, please!”
She’s nearly there.
She’s so loud as she thrashes against my tongue.
My fake girlfriend is a screamer.
“Make me come. Loki, please, make me come,” she begs.
My fingers are working overtime. So is my tongue.
One, two, three pumps.
I hold her in place with one hand and trap her clit between my lips. I suck, and suck, and suck, and then I stop. I lock my lips around her clit, forcing the orgasm right out of her.
Her whole body tenses.
Give it to me.
“Loki––” Her breath is quick and shallow.
She clenches her pussy tight around my fingers.
Goddammit.
Her heel digs into my shoulders as she tries to escape the inevitable.
You’re not going anywhere.
“I—” she chokes. “Oh— I’m— I’m—” I doubt she remembers her name. “Aye yai yai” She’s gone to the world. “Loki—” her breath hitches. “Goooddd!” she yells as she tips over the edge.
If the loud sound of her voice is any indication, I’d be willing to bet her orgasm slammed through her in a rush of pleasure.
And my job here is done.
