Page 33 of The Fangirl and the Crooner

I almost can’t believe this is real. It’s like something out of my raunchiest dreams, finding out how sensitive and responsive this woman is and knowing I hold the key to her carnal pleasure.

I press open-mouthed kisses along her chest to the other breast while my hands move to the waistband of her joggers. Slipping my fingers beneath, I push them down slowly as I lower to my knees. My lips blaze a trail south, and Pressley’s breathing becomes noisier with each inhale and exhale.

I lick and nip her thighs as I pull her feet free of the material, then slowly run my fingers up her legs while gently nudging them apart. My thumbs skate over the edges of her underwear when I reach the apex of her thighs, and she automatically spreads her legs wider.

I’m ready to dive in, to finally taste her, but somehow manage to hold back. I don’t want the first time to be like this, a rushed affair, when I’d much rather draw it out and make it last as long as possible.

Pressley groans in disappointment when I push to my feet, then squeals when I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. She watches me with wide, excited eyes as I climb onto the mattress and crawl forward. She bendsher knees and spreads them wide as I move, and I nearly lose what little control I have when I see how soaked that scrap of material between her legs is.

Sitting back on my heels between her legs, I reach out and run a thumb over the wet spot. “You’re so wet for me, aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes,” she huffs out on a harsh exhale as I run my thumb over the spot again.

My erection is almost painfully hard now, but I ignore it, focusing all of my attention and energy on her. I need to make her come. To hear what kinds of noises she makes when she’s close. To feel her muscles vibrate with tension as the buildup becomes too much to bear. To see the jolt of ecstasy in her expression.

Running my palms up her abdomen, I curl the tips of my fingers under the elastic waist of her underwear and slowly tug it down. Pressley lifts her hips in an effort to help, and when the lacy material slips past them, she drops and lifts her legs upward, straightening them so I can slide the underwear all the way off.

Then she spreads them and drops her feet to either side of my knees, opening herself to me and granting me my first look at her pink, bare pussy. Her flesh glistens with moisture as I run my hands up her thighs, and I can’t fucking wait another second.

Bending over, I snake my arms beneath her knees and pull her lower half up off the mattress. She yelps when I make contact, licking the length of her slit with the flat of my tongue.

Pure ambrosia bursts on my taste buds, and a deep moan vibrates in my chest as I lick her again, this timeburrowing the tip of my tongue through her flesh to find her tight, swollen clit. Her entire body jerks at the contact, but I hold her tight to keep her still as I swirl my tongue around the bud for several long beats.

Fuck, she’s perfect. And she tastes so much fucking better than I’d imagined. My wildest dreams never came close.

I hum as I suck and lick at her clit, and she pumps her hips slightly in time with my ministrations. I drop her thighs and straighten my legs, dropping to my belly as I continue to feast on her. Pushing her thighs wider, I move down and press my tongue inside her. She groans and writhes as I pump in and out, flicking and rotating the tip of my tongue.

After I’ve had my fill, I move my mouth back to her clit as I slowly push a finger inside her. Her hot, slick inner walls squeeze the digit, and my cock weeps with jealousy. But I continue to ignore it.

This moment is about Pressley. About her pleasure.

“Bram,” she moans as I fuck her with my finger and suck her clit, and the sound of my name on her lips drives me wild.

Pulling my finger free, I add a second to it and push back in. My tongue lashes at her clit as I drive into her again and again, and I feel her thighs tense against my cheeks.

She’s getting close.

Lifting my head, I continue to fuck her with my fingers as I say, “Pressley, look at me.”

She lifts her head from the mattress and opens her eyes, obeying when I instruct her to pull a couple ofpillows beneath her head to prop it up. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I dip my chin and flick my tongue against her clit. She passes the unspoken test with flying colors, keeping those gorgeous eyes open and on me.

“Good girl,” I say, my tone thick and husky. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you come.”

She nods jerkily, and I reward her by lowering my mouth back to her swollen, needy flesh. Sucking her clit gently, I drive my fingers deep and curl the tips, hitting a sensitive patch inside her that makes her squeal and pant. Her muscles quiver as I repeat the motion, this time sucking her clit a bit harder, and that’s all it takes to push her right over the edge.

I watch in awe as she falls apart, shouting her release and somehow keeping those eyes open and locked on mine. Such agoodfucking girl.

My cock throbs at the sight, begging for attention, but I mentally order it down as I continue to pump my fingers and lick and suck at her, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible. When she finally slumps, her body a weak, boneless mess, I pull my fingers out and give her slit one last lick before smacking my lips and pushing up to look down at her.

“Pressley Glade, you are perfect. Pure, fucking perfection.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

Pressley

Holy shit.What is even happening right now?

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