Page 70 of Panty Dropper

My head spun so furiously as his strong hands moved softly up my thighs that I would’ve definitely fallen right on my butt if I hadn’t been clinging to him as we kissed, as if my life depended on it.

When he reached my ass, he cupped it firmly and lifted me up off my feet. Automatically, my legs circled his torso without ever breaking our kiss or missing a beat. There was just something about the way Billy led things between us that made it so easy to follow. It was like a perfect dance, one I’d been practicing for my entire life without knowing it.

I didn’t notice that he had started walking, carrying me over to the side of the room, until he pressed my back up against the wall, drawing a surprised but supremely lust-filled gasp from me.

Without a word, he set me down on the ground and knelt in front of me. He looked up at me as he trailed his fingers slowly up my legs again, maintaining laser-focused eye contact with me that was almost as hot, if not hotter, than the way he was touching me itself.

When his hands reached my hips this time, though, instead of grabbing my ass, he yanked my panties down, never breaking our gaze. I moaned at how insanely erotic the moment was, how thick the charge in the air between us was, and how wet I could feel myself getting. In fact, without the protective barrier of fabric in place, I felt a small drop of juice escape my folds and run down my inner thigh.

Good lord, every time I thought there was no way Billy Comfort could get me any hotter than he’d gotten me the time before, his seduction skills said, “Hold my beer.”

When he’d pulled my panties down to my ankles, I rested my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of them one leg at a time. He did look down, then, but never took away the one hand that still protectively gripped my hip, keeping me balanced.

He groaned when he caught sight of the garment he held in his hand, and I asked breathlessly. “What?”

“Don’t ever get rid of your granny panties,” he growled before he ducked his head under my skirt and engulfed me with his mouth. A cry ripped from deep within my chest as his tongue moved up and down my slit.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the picture of his head moving beneath the white fabric. It was one of the hottest visuals I could imagine. It wasn’t because of how graphic it was. I couldn’t actually see him licking me, kissing me, or touching me. But somehow, my back against the wall, both of us still clothed as he suckled my sex had a forbidden quality to it that made it even hotter than when we’d both been naked in his bed.

“You taste so good, so sweet,” he breathed against my most intimate place as his tongue worked its magic. His finger joined the party and I felt his thick digit slide into my snug canal. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He began licking me again, focusing his attention on my clit. My body clamped down around his digit as the tip of his finger massaged my inner walls. “Good girl. Come for me. Come on my finger, I want to taste you.”

As soon as he spoke those bold words I barely had time to brace myself as a powerful release erupted from my core. Bursts of ecstasy exploded through me as my fingers fisted in Billy’s thick hair. I rode out my orgasm, grinding my sex against his mouth and hoping that it would never end.

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