Page 172 of Yearn
I looked down at her.
For now my cock was still caged in my pants, but my pierced tongue was hungry and ready to devour her pussy.
I grabbed the dress bunched at her waist, shoved it higher to bare her belly, and locked both hands around the large curvy softness.
Fuck yeah.
Deranged groans ripped from my throat.
Her stomach trembled under my palms, soft, lush, and warm with heat from her arousal.
She flinched and tried to push my hands.
I put them right back on her belly and sneered. “Don’t you ever move my hands again.”
She swallowed.
“Hands at your sides.”
Shivering, she obliged and flattened her palms against the table.
“So perfect.” I caressed her belly slowly, drinking in the dark brown of her skin beneath my hands.
In the moonlight spilling through the window, her stretch marks shimmered like golden-brown streaks across her body.
God yes. I want to rub my cock all over this softness. Finally.
I lowered my head, dragging my wet, pierced tongue along the golden-brown trails, following them as though they were pathways only I had the map for.
Teyonah moaned. “Oh, Dominic. You’re so nasty.”
Fuck yeah. I am.
My tongue traced one stretch mark, then another, cataloging, committing them to memory the way I would for any vital case study.
Only this wasn’t a case.
This was her.
This was Teyonah, and soon she would be mine.
I just had to get rid of her fucking husband.
I would do anything and more.
Even if it meant. . .blood would spill.
I pushed away from her belly, ignoring the whimper escaping her lips as my hands and mouth left her skin.
My eyes roved over her frame, taking in the beauty of her curves highlighted by the moonlight slicing through the kitchen window.
She was gorgeous, a goddess lying on that table, bared for me. The sight stirred a carnal hunger deep within my chest, as I reached for the prize that lay between her parted thighs.
My fingers grazed over her folds, and she let out a soft gasp at the contact.
I could feel the heat radiating off her, and the dampness that soaked my fingers spoke volumes of how desperately she needed me. I lowered my head, hovering just above her pussy, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my fingertips.
Mmm. She’s going to be so damn tasty. I can already tell.
