Page 88 of Sinful
My hands roam down, yanking her shirt up over her bra, exposing the soft swell of her breasts.
I shove the lace down, freeing her nipples to the night air.
They're already hard peaks, begging for attention.
I break the kiss, dropping my head to latch onto one, sucking hard.
My teeth grazes the sensitive bud, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer as I alternate between sucking and biting, my tongue swirling around the pebbled flesh.
Her other breast gets the same treatment—wet, sloppy sucks that leave her skin glistening under the moonlight filtering through the branches.
I knead the flesh with my calloused palm, pinching the nipple between my fingers until she whimpers.
But I want more.
I want her unraveling.
Dropping to my knees in the dirt, I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans, ripping them down along with her panties in one rough yank.
She steps out of them, kicking them aside, her pussy bare and already slick, the lips swollen and glistening.
I don't waste time.
Grabbing her thighs, I spread her wide, hooking one leg over my shoulder to open her up.
Her scent hits me—sweet like vanilla, aroused—and I dive in, my tongue flattening against her clit.
She jolts, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
I lick harder, circling the nub with firm strokes, then sucking it between my lips.
My fingers dig into her ass, pulling her closer as I devour her.
I thrust my tongue inside her pussy, fucking her with it, tasting her wetness coating my chin.
She's dripping, her juices running down my face as I alternate between lapping at her folds and sucking her clit like it's the only thing keeping me alive.
Her hips buck against my mouth, grinding desperately.
I slide two fingers into her tight heat, curling them to hit that spot inside that makes her knees buckle.
She screams then—a raw, throaty sound that echoes through the trees.
Panic flashes in her eyes—the clubhouse isn't far, voices still carrying from the bonfire pit.
She clamps her hand over her mouth, muffling the next cry as I pump my fingers faster, my tongue flicking relentlessly over her clit.
Her walls clench around me, pulsing, her body trembling on the edge.
I don't let up.
Sucking harder, I add a third finger, stretching her, the wet squelch of her pussy filling the air.
She bites down on her palm, her muffled screams vibrating through her hand as waves of pleasure crash over her.
Her orgasm hits like a storm—her thighs quake, herjuices flood my mouth, and I drink her down, lapping every drop as she rides it out against my face.
