Page 51 of Torrid Passion
“You pulled away,” she scolds.
“You want it back on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Is that all you want?”
“No.”
“Tell me,” I coax.
If she can ask Grant for help, I sure as hell want to hear the words.
“Loki, please make me come with your mouth.”
“Better,” I nod my approval.
My hands curl around her thighs and I lower my head between her legs and plunge my tongue into her warmth.
Fuck, I might need my mouth on her pussy every single day of the week.
“Holy hell!” she yells, arching her hips, her heels digging into my back.
And just like that, she inflicts her first sweet torture of the night. My eyes roll to the back of my head from the pleasure… and the pain.
Fuck, yeah.
I lick her clit like a glutton, finger-fucking her harder, taking her higher with every lick.
She pulls at my hair like a hellion.
Like that’s enough to curtail my desire for her.
Three long years, baby.
I push my tongue in even deeper, fucking her like I would with my hungry cock. I tease her until she’s begging for me to stop.
“Too much. Too much. Too fucking much,” she sobs.
Her helpless whimpers are going to break me.
The more she pleads, the more merciless I become, the more my own impatience mounts.
I can’t wait to feel her tight pussy choke my huge cock.
“I love your mouth, Loki.”
I hum against her pussy.
She pulls more furiously at my hair.
Fuck.
I’m this close to shooting my load early.
I flick my tongue teasingly over her clit, relishing how well she responds to my sensual assault. I skate around and around in small circular motions and when I lap at her like a hungry beast she gasps and moans all over again.
I growl inwardly every single time her breath hitches.
