Page 99 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

Chapter Thirty-One

Jerry

Ialmost swallow mytongue.What?

She takes my hand and slips it beneath the covers, over the swell of her belly to the wetness between her legs.

Sweet mothering fuck...

“Liv?” I choke out, searching her eyes for permission.

She leans up on her elbows, arching her back so her hardened nipples almost escape her clothing.

“Make me feel good,” she whispers. “Please.”

Anything you want, sugar.

“Only if you’re sure. Don’t think I can be a gentleman any longer.”

Liv bites on her lower lip, the simple move driving me to within an inch of crazy.

“There’s a time and a place to be a gentleman. This isn’t it.”

“Are you—”

Her mouth silences me, her tongue dancing with mine. And with a strength I didn’t know she possessed; she hauls me against her.

Liv explores my mouth as I slide my fingers along the seam of her pussy, teasing at her clit with the pad of my thumb.

“Jerry,” she says, exhaling against my mouth before nibbling my lower lip.

“God, I love it when you say my name.” I pull the strap off her shoulder, exposing a hardened nipple. I snatch it in my mouth and suck hard. Liv arches her back and grips at my hand between her thighs, driving my finger deeper inside her heat.

Fuck me.

“Yes,” she whispers as I push the digit farther inside, curling and rubbing that sweet spot with each in-and-out movement.

“Like that?” I toy with her other nipple between my teeth, licking and sucking until she moans.

With rapid breaths, her legs tremble.She’s close.

I kick back the covers and dot swift kisses over her stomach until I settle between her thighs.

My breathing erratic, I hoist her legs over my shoulder and thrusts my mouth against her pussy. She bucks and fists the sheets, her moans of pleasure music to my ears.

My cock hardens to the point of pain as the sweet and saltiness of her pussy coats my greedy tongue. As much as I want to sink myself deep inside her, tonight isn’t about me. This is about giving Liv what she needs.

And I won’t leave this room until she’s satisfied.

Thrusting two fingers inside her, I suck and lick at her clit until she screams with pleasure. Her hands grip my hair, holding me in place, riding my face until her pussy pulses against my fingers and her orgasm wanes.

Her glazed eyes meet mine and a stuttered breath leaves her swollen lips. She smiles. I lick my lips, the taste of her release on my tongue.

I was wrong before.

She’s never been more beautiful.

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