Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,64

I spread those pretty thighs and taste your sweet cunt on my tongue.”

A thrill shoots through me and just like that, my pants disappear from my legs and Cruz’s hands find my waist. He lifts me up onto a ledge beside the pillar, and it puts my pussy directly in line with his face. His eyes flame with desire and I hold onto the ledge with both hands, watching intently as he slowly spreads my legs, putting me on display.

My tongue rolls along my lips and I run my fingers around the back of his head, more than ready to pull him in if he doesn’t get on with it and do it himself. But I can always count on Cruz to give me exactly what I need, right when I need it.

He licks his lips as excitement bubbles in his eyes, and not a second later, his tongue rolls over my clit and I suck in a breath, my eyes glued to the scene below. What is it about watching a man’s tongue teasing my clit that gets me so hot?

He slips his fingers in and my legs instantly wrap around his head, squeezing him in and holding him close. I feel his smile against my pussy, and it spurs me on. “Fuck, Cruz. Yes,” I pant, desperately wishing that I could scream his name.

His tongue works like he’ll never get to taste my pussy again, bringing me to the edge and then pushing me further. His fingers massage deep inside me and I have no choice but to clench my eyes and groan as my fingers knot into his hair.

God, I’d give anything to drop to my knees before him and curl my lips around his hard, thick cock and be his little whore.

Cruz pushes me further until I feel that familiar pull building deep inside me. My pussy clenches in anticipation and he picks up his pace, reading my body like a fucking book. His tongue is like magic, giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed, working me as I pull tighter on his hair, holding him closer to my aching cunt. “Ooooh, God,” I groan, feeling it building tighter and tighter, my pants coming in short, sharp breaths. “Yes, Cruz. FUCK, YES!”

He presses harder against my clit and then finally, my orgasm tears through me and my pussy instantly starts convulsing, squeezing tight, and spasming around his thick, skilled fingers.

I feel his cocky grin against my pussy, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps working me as I ride out my orgasm, only making me sensitive to his intense touch, but fuck it, it’s so damn good.

My body finally calms down from its high and I look down to see Cruz’s hungry stare and his lips glistening with my excitement. He slowly makes a show of licking them clean and only then does he take my waist and help me down off the ledge.

My hand instantly dips into the front of his jeans that are still damp from fishing me out of the water. I curl my fingers around his hard cock, and he buries his face into my neck, his lips running along my sensitive skin as I work my hand up and down.

Using my other, I push his jeans down over his narrow hips and put that beautiful cock on display, just as it should be. I tilt my head, forcing his back up and meeting his hungry stare. “What do you want?” I murmur, just about ready to give him anything he could ever ask for.

His arm slips around my waist and he lifts me up, pressing me back against the pillar and keeping me pinned and with one, hard thrust, he buries his cock deep inside of me.

The rumble in his throat sets my body on fire and he fucks me hard and fast, his deep thrusts hitting me with a desperate need as his lips come down on mine. My hands curl around his neck and I hold on for dear life as he stretches me wide, filling me nearly to the point of pain.

Not wanting to draw it out, he makes it quick, working my body up, and as I come on his dick, tightening around him and digging my nails into his strong back, he comes hard, sending hot spurts shooting up into me.

We pause, his cock still seated deep within me, both of us breathing hard. “I shouldn’t have done that,” he admits in a whisper,