Page 91 of Righteous Deceit

“No underwear for me to ruin?”

She laughs. “Didn’t expect I’d need them, but you destroying my lingerie, while deliciously attractive, sounds very expensive.”

“I’ll buy you all the lacy lingerie your heart desires.”

“My heart or your teeth?”

I inch my face close to her cunt, inhaling the sinful scent of her arousal. “Both.”

When my thumbs dance over the lips of her cunt, she trembles. “Watching how easy your pussy cries for me is gonna be so much fun.”

Exposing the tight coil of her clit, I drag my tongue against her. Her body convulses at the touch, hands grabbing at my shaved head, a strangled breath escaping her lips.

“Diego.”

I hum my approval against her soft flesh, enjoying the way my name sounds on her lips a little too much.

After a few ardent laps of my tongue, Sia finds her confidence. Head tipped back, bottom lip caught between her teeth, she grinds her pussy into my face. I build up the pressure, letting the flat of my tongue drag through her slit.

“Jesus.”

Pulling back, I kiss her right thigh. “Sia,I’myour only savior.” I kiss her left thigh. “And I’m not here to cleanse your sins. I’m here to drown you in them. So when you pray, do it to your devil.”

“Fuck.”

“Better,” I praise. “But Diego is preferable.”

Pushing my forehead back with her palm, she pins me with a narrow stare. “If you want to fuck me,Diego, be a good boy and make me come.”

I growl, pushing my face back against her cunt. Lips circling her clit, I suck, gently at first, letting her adapt to the sensation.

“Yes. Diego. Fuck.”

When I increase the pressure, she screams out.

Her pussy lips are soft and swollen. Her clit tight and firm. Her excitement coats my lips and tongue, and I wish I’d had more foresight when I dropped to my knees and went further, lying on my back so she had no choice but to sit on my face. The only thing better than her cunt pressed against my face would be to feel her slide back and forth, fucking my mouth.

Her right leg shakes. “Diego, I don’t think I can stand. I…Fuck. Yes.”

I make the decision for us. Falling to my ass, she cries out at the loss of my mouth.

“Come down, Sia. You’re gonna finish on my face.”

I lie back, and she hesitates for only a second before coming down onto her knees over my face.

“Drop.”

She pauses to think, and I’m a second away from yanking her down when she whispers to herself, “The right kind of heavy.”

“Sia?”

“The right kind of heavy,” she repeats, her voice finding its confidence. “You said I would be the right kind of heavy, that when—”

“I convinced you to sit on my face that you’d fuck me all the way up because when I felt all of you all over me, I knew I’d drop to my knees to beg you for another taste.”

She nods.

“Fuck me up, Sia.”

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