Page 28 of Indecent Ventures

He blows out a breath. He’s got some sort of internal struggle going on right now. “I’m sixteen years older than you. Carter is my best friend.”

“No one has to know.”

I see him contemplating. Why is he denying us what we both clearly want? The mutual attraction and desire running through both of us is more than apparent.

I can’t help but push this along. I slide my hand into my bikini bottoms.

His eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

“I need to be touched. If you’re not man enough to do it, I’ll do it myself.”

I run my fingers through my folds. Wow, I’m turned on.

I pull those obviously wet fingers out and up to my mouth. I slowly lick across them. “Do you remember how I taste? Need a refresher?”

I slowly walk over to him. He doesn’t move. As I get closer to him, I take in his scent. It smells sweaty and manly. I’m impossibly horny.

I trace my fingers all around his lips like he did to me four years ago.

He licks across his lips. His eyes flutter.

I tilt my head to the side. “I’ll call you Daddy if you want.”

He roughly pulls my body to his. Just before his lips meet mine, he says, “You can call meBigDaddy.”

I smile as our lips come together. It’s a mix of sweat, mint, Collin, and me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.

I wrap my arms around his neck. He grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me, so my legs wrap around him.

I’m nearly six feet tall. While I may have been stick-skinny when I was younger, I’m much more curvaceous now and am certainly more top heavy. No man I’ve been with has ever been able to lift me as easily as Collin seems to.Ever. I love it.

His tongue meets mine as the kiss turns rabid. God, he’s a good kisser. We only minimally kissed the last time. I didn’t know what I was missing. It’s aggressive and passionate. It’s wet, but not too wet. It’s fucking sexy. He’s sexy.

He sits me down on his workbench and breaks his mouth from mine. He gets down on his knees, violently removes my bottoms, tosses them to the side, and spreads my legs as wide as they can go.

He studies my pussy and then looks up at me. “You’re practically dripping onto the table.”

“A little something to remember me by. A souvenir for you.”

He pulls me to the edge, crashing my pussy into his mouth, and licks straight through me.

He closes his eyes, “Just as good as I thought it would be.”

He spreads my lips and practically dives in. His tongue is pointed, exploring all of me until he lands on the spot where I need him the most. Where I’m craving his touch.

He attacks my pussy feverishly. Perfectly. Expertly. I throw his hat to the side and grab fistfuls of his hair, holding him to me as he quickly works my clit into a complete and total frenzy. I love that he knows exactly what he’s doing. I’ve found that it’s more uncommon than one would think.

He slowly slides two fingers into me and lifts his head as he pushes them in ever so deep. “Tell me how it feels. I want to hear your words. I get off on them.”

Damn, he’s hot.

“It feels good.”

“You can do better. No more tongue until you do better.”

His fingers continue to pump in and out of me, but the only thing I can feel from his mouth is his hot breath teasing me. He keeps his lips close, but never touches me. I want his mouth on me. Ineedhis mouth on me.

I look down at him. My eyes meeting his. “My pussy is on fire and wants to explode all over your face. As soon as you get your tongue back on me, it will.”

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