Page 49 of Torrid Passion
“Yeah,” she laughs.
“Get used to it. I want your legs on my shoulders,” I command.
“With my shoes on?”
“I want to feel your heels dig into my back as I take you over the edge.”
“Wow. Okay.”
She hesitates for a few long seconds, but eventually, she concedes.
My cock throbs when I feel the first dig.
Good girl.
“That’s a hell of a pretty pink pussy.”
With Kyla’s legs elevated over my shoulders and her pussy exposed for my mouth, she’ll have no other choice but to yield to my will. Soon, she won’t even remember Grant’s name.
Her big dark brown eyes are focused between her legs.
“This is so dirty,” she says.
If she only knew I can spell dirty in every language.
I run a hand up between her legs, caressing her inner thigh. I lean forward and nibble at her skin.
“Your warm breath against my skin feels so amazing,” she hisses.
Impatience drums through me.
I slide a finger agonizingly slow between her pussy lips, relishing the sensation of her slickness.
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!”
Music to my ears.
To prolong the torture, I gently part her pussy lips with my fingers and run the tip of my tongue from top to bottom.
Christ.
Her sweetness coats my tongue.
“Heaven on earth!” she shouts.
Slowly, I tease her clit.
Her low moan is beautiful.
I lift my eyes to meet hers.
She looks down at me.
Her half-lidded eyes tell the whole story.
And this is just the warm-up.
I swirl my tongue flat over her clit, using just enough pressure to ignite every cell in her body.
