Page 90 of Wylder Ranch
Leaning forward, I stop short of my lips brushing hers. “Let’s see what I can do?—”
I don’t get to finish before she’s tugging my shirt free. I follow, yanking her vest up until her tits bounce free, and it’s my lucky day because she’s not wearing a bra, and they look fucking fantastic.
My face drops between them, palming them into my cheeks. But Haven’s already way ahead of me, unbuckling my belt for her hand to slip inside my boxers.
And that’s when I notice them.
“Haven,” I moan, lifting her nails, each one painted like Christmas with a different figure on. Just like last year, just like I remembered.
“Thought you’d like them.” She winks, sliding her hands into my boxers.
The first touch of her cool fingers wrapping around my dick has me gasping. “Jesus, Hayve.” I reluctantly ease out of her grip for thirty seconds, making quick work of the rest of her clothing until she’s gloriously naked, and I’m watching the rosy pre-orgasmic flush I’m obsessedwith spread across her skin.
She must be waiting to see what I’m about to do because her hands ease out of my boxers and drop.
Hoisting her up, I wrap her legs around me and deposit her on the counter. I barely register the squeal as I prop one of her feet on my shoulder and rest the other on the edge of the cool marble countertop, while I hope to fucking God no one decides to pay us a visit.
Scraping my stubbled cheek up the delicate skin on her inner thigh, I drag my lips upward, soaking in the sound of her panting. Every inch closer I get to her pussy I’m rewarded with a garbled moan that sounds a lot like my name.
It’s when I trail my tongue through her slit and suck her clit that I hear a thud and look up to see Haven’s head fallen on the cupboard, teeth scraping along her lip. “Fuck. . .Alex.”
I lean back and look at her spread in front of me, glistening pussy on full display, swollen clit waiting for my touch. Using the same finger I ran through the icing, I swipe through her pussy and hold it out.
“So wet. Haven, were you thinking about me while I was gone?”
She nods, taking my finger into her mouth. Sparks shoot down my spine as she sucks and swirls her tongue over the tip. Fuck.
On the counter, I spy a plastic pastry brush. Another thing I definitely didn’t own before this morning, and I ease it toward me, along with the bowl of icing, then drop to my knees.
The first touch of cold on her sensitive skin causes her eyes to flare open.
“Alex, what are you—” Her words are swallowedwith a groan as I flick the brush over her clit that makes her pussy clench, and she mumbles a breathy, “I’m going to be all sticky.”
“No, baby. That’s the beauty of it. I’ll lick you clean.” I stick my tongue out and do exactly that. “Mmm, delicious.” I finish with suctioning my lips around her clit, and her thighs tremble violently. “Easy, Hayve. We’ve got thirty minutes, remember? Let me take my time.”
I go again, watching her pussy swell with the sensations of the hard brush and my soft tongue, painting her in icing and licking it off until she’s gasping and dripping onto the counter as I edge her closer. My tongue spears inside her before I drag it back over her clit, lapping up her juices like a melted ice-lolly.
Somewhere along the way, the bowl is knocked over and forgotten about, and I have to work to keep her thighs spread as she tries to clamp them shut.
Hands fist my hair, and she expels another loud groan. The noises she makes, the way her grip tightens to the point of pain, it’s so fucking addictive.She’saddictive.
Her cries become whimpers as she tries to push her hips into my face for more friction, but I’m gripping her so hard she’ll have fingerprints to count tomorrow. Instead, I double down, suctioning over her clit as I ram two fingers inside her and curl up.
“Alex!”
She shatters, squeezing my fingers while I lap at her clit, pushing her further until her body goes limp. The hold she has on my hair relaxes, and I look up to find vacant eyes, head dropped back, while her breaths even out.
“How long do we have left?”
I turn to the clock. “Twenty-one minutes.”
Tits bounce as she slides herself off the counter and stands in front of me, eyebrow raised in question.
“Get on your knees.”
She kneels in front of me, face flushed, eyes glistening, and lips swollen from kissing. And there’s still the hint of icing sugar swiped across her forehead.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
