Page 107 of Champagne Fizz

She whimpers under my spell.

“You have to give me permission to taste you, Sunshine,” I instruct. “I’m not going to eat you raw if you don’t ask.”

She rubs her face like my words are torture, but not touching her body is torture for me.

“Pull your bikini bottoms down and open yourself to the sun,” I instruct.

“Y-you’re evil.”

I smile against her ear. “It turns out Superman’s kryptonite is your pussy.”

“You’re the dirtiest Superman in the history of Supermen.”

“Pull those bikini bottoms down and I’ll prove to you just how much you love dirty Superman.”

Her chest is heaving. Her tits rocking with each breath. That gorgeous flesh begging for me to pull the cups of her bikini aside and ravage the salty taste of her breasts. Hell, I could probably dirty talk her into coming without even touching her—if I wanted. But the truth is, I want to feel her against my face: wild and out of control.

“Put your glasses on,” Kendall says sharply. I pull back from her ear in question, but she just repeats the phrase. “Put them on. Simon.”

To my surprise, she lifts her hips and pushes the yellow ruffled fabric of her bikini bottoms down her thighs and then to her ankles. My cock hardens. She wants this as badly as I do. She unlaces her feet from the fabric and takes a deep breath before opening her knees, baring herself to the sun.

You don’t have to ask me twice.

I grab my glasses from their position tucked inside my shoe—if this is her stipulation, and these glasses get her hot, then I’m not going to question whatever Clark Kent fantasy she wants me to play out.

I want to double check and ask if she’s sure, but the second I’m on my knees at the base of her towel, confronted with the trembling beauty of her open legs, I know there’s no way I’m stopping.

“Kryptonite, Kendall,” I say, not sure if she can hear me. “You own me.”

She clutches her hands over her face, unable to watch me between her knees. Her bare stomach rising and falling, her bare stomach that leads down to her bare pussy. I admire her in the sun, trembling in anticipation, and I know I won’t get long before she’s dripping like ice cream and bucking on my face.

I put my hands on her knees and her hips jolt. “If you can’t handle this Kendall, you tell me. You know the safe word,” I remind her, squeezing her knees softly. “I’ve got you.”

Slowly, I push her knees further apart, and watch her flower slicken. God, she’s beautiful. My hands slide along the insides of her thighs, applying soft pressure to keep her legs open, and she starts mewing in excitement. Her body’s excited too, her pussy twitching and making the delicate bud I’m about to pluck cream with anticipation.

She’s so vulnerable like this: exposed and gorgeous and trusting me.

I lower my head so she can feel my breath on her wetness, and sweet glory she smells like salt and sin. As much as I want to take this slow, to tease her gently as I taste each delicate fold, I know she won’t be able to handle it. My best bet is to fuck her fast and thoroughly with my tongue.

“Are you ready for me, Sunshine?”

Her thighs quake and I don’t wait for her to answer. I cover her pussy with my mouth and her hips buck violently.

“Cookies and cream!” she cries out.

My tongue pushes deep inside her, lashing and sucking as she detonates. I knew she’d come fast, so I press my palms against her thighs to keep her open, devouring her slick heat as I lap up her salty taste.

She writhes and gasps as my tongue fucks her as deeply and thoroughly as I can in the short time that I have. My eyes flick up through my glasses to look at her, and she’s gazing down at me—her mouth open, her face red, her expression caught in the vulnerability and heat of watching me ravage her as she’s orgasming. It’s more intense than every other time, more personal, because I know what she’s going to look like now … when I push inside her with my cock. And I know that’s a certainty too, that she’s not going to be able to take me without coming. The moment I push in, I know how fast and hard and intensely her pleasure will tear out of her as she succumbs.

My cock gets even harder, eager for its turn.

I don’t let up. I suck on her clit and slip my hands under her ass, lifting her so I can fuck her deeper. She comes again as I use my shoulders to lift and rock her hips, thrusting my tongue inside her, my face and teeth slipping over her burning flesh as she breaks into pleasure against my mouth.

My name is a prayer she’s gasping. Her ass and cunt and thighs are an earthquake against my face. I’ve made women come before, but this doesn’t feel human. This feels like something you can’t repeat.

I pull away, because I can feel her whole body about to give way. She’s on the brink of passing out from the blistering heat of my assault.

It’s the right decision, because when I pull back she continues to come without me touching her. I watch her roll her hips against the air and ride out several more waves of ecstasy like she was imagining my tongue or my cock was still pumping inside her. Fireworks explode, and it’s so gorgeous and raw and overwhelming.

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