Page 67 of Real Fake Husband

“Please.”

The second I bury my face between her thighs, she inhales sharply and moans my name in a soft murmur.

Her pussy is as soft as velvet. I’ve barely touched her, and she’s perfectly wet.

To finally be able to taste her gets me going like never before. Everything about Josie overwhelms me, always has. This is a whole new level entirely. She tastes sweet, like strawberries and cream, the perfect after-dinner dessert. I’ve died and gone to heaven, if heaven is my kitchen with my tongue on Josie’s clit, and her delicious moans irresistible to my ears, her little jerks inciting me.

“Oh…oh, my God,” she moans, “this feels amazing…”

Oh, I know, sweet thing.

“Cal…nobody has ever…ohh.”

I stop for a second, pulling my head back, not sure if I heard her correctly. “What? No man has ever eaten your pussy?”

“No…” She shakes her head.

I love that I’m the first, but Jesus, was that loser ex of hers good for anything?

“Relax. Lose yourself, don’t think,” I rumble, lowering myself between her legs again, continuing my assault on her wet little bud. The way her body continues to jerk and wiggle conjures up all sorts of naughty images. I can’t wait to feel her underneath me while I make her mine, rough and hard.

“I’m going to ruin you for all others,” I promise her. I feel the tension building, her arousal dripping down her thighs, her moaning, her whimpering as I continue. She loves my touch,wantsmy touch, and I’m giving her just that. Within seconds, her body begins to tremble, and I can taste she’s on the brink, the urgency of her movements and moans increasing.

“I’m so close…”

The second she says that, I stop. “Not yet, babe. I will let you come, just hold on a little longer.”

“No, no…” Josie gasps in protest, her hips rocking desperately against my mouth. She wants to come, she’s desperate to feel the sweet, sweet release that I’ll give her. Eventually. But first, I’ll edge her to the brink of madness.

“Please don’t stop,please…” She’s breathless and needy—right where I want her.

“Imake the rules. You’ll only come whenIallow it.”

She grips the edge of the counter when my mouth returns to her drenched folds. I tease her clit until her breathing increases, and this time, her orgasm builds back up within seconds, her moans loud and uncontrolled—and just when she’s about to tumble over the edge, I halt again, smirking against her thighs.

“No…no. Cal, please don’t do this to me…” The more she gasps and moans and protests, the more I’m loving the teasing, the more my hard dick presses against my pants. “I need to come…please…”

Her ass moves, her hips roll.

“I know,” I rumble. “You’re lucky if I let you come, you little tease. I love it when you beg. Try not to flood the place thinking about how my cock will be inside you later.”

“Cal.” She can barely think, barely protest (that’s new), she’s so close to coming.

I start licking her again, until she spreads her thighs wider, until she’s the closest she can be to the edge. “It feels so good…”

Watching her, I’m hard as fuck. I need my cock deep inside her. And soon. She pulls and pushes at my hair, and I’ve never wanted to see a woman come like this.

I know this time I’ll let her climax.

My tongue continues teasing her, my lips tugging her clit, my teeth nibbling.

“Oh…yes…yes…don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

I don’t.

“Come for me, baby. I want to hear my name when you come,” I demand, aware that I’ve tortured her enough, and suck her clit into my mouth. Her thighs tighten, and her body locks up as she convulses against my face.

“Oh, my God…Cal.”

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