“What do you want?” It’s as if he can read me like an open book.
“More.” I whisper.
“More of what, sweetness?”
“More of your mouth.”
“You mean like this?” he asks, trailing soft kisses between my breasts.
“Lower,” I say.
“Like this?” He travels down to my bellybutton.
“Lower,” my voice trembles.
“I know what you’re doing,” he grins.
My grin matches his.
I could be more precise, but it wouldn’t be as much fun.
“You want me to worship your sweet pussy like that guy is worshiping his wife’s cunt?”
“Yes.”
He licks just below my bellybutton, causing me to flinch. He licks again, this time lower and really close to my desperate pussy.
Yes.
His fingertips touch my knees, gently pulling them back.
“You’re trembling,” he observes. I simply nod. “I’m going to give you a good reason to tremble.”
Making good on his promise, he dips his head between my legs.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp when he slides his tongue inside my pussy.
I moan when his tongue laps at me, then slides up, tongue-fucking me.
My hands ball into fists and my manicured nails dig into my palms. My chest is heaving hard.
“Shit,” the woman’s breathless voice echoes in the room. My gaze bounces to her. “Fuck, Big Daddy, I’m getting close,” she cries out. She’s riding his mouth so fast, her tits bang against her chest each time her hips gyrate.
“Come for me, you filthy slut,” the man commands. “Let me fucking drink you.”
His words make me vibrate in my seat.
Jesus.
This is so forbidden, I’m certain I’m a breath away from going down in a blaze of sin so hot it would melt steel.
Suddenly, the woman’s rhythm slows to a halt. She lets out an enormous gasp, followed by a slew of profanities. She lifts her hips and to my amazement, she gushes her abundant juices in her husband’s welcoming mouth. She chants Oh, yes, Big Daddy so many times, I lose count.
It’s almost as if her cries trigger Levi.
He picks up the pace, his tongue swirling, lapping, licking, flicking.
I buck in the seat, arching my back for more.