her mouth brutally, our lips pressing so hard together circulation was cut off and our teeth clashed. God, she felt perfect, tasted so damn sweet.
She tasted like mine.
I gripped her hips, broke the kiss, and flipped her around so her back was to the mattress, my body hovering over her and her legs slightly open. I placed my hands on her knees, wrenched her thighs open, hearing her surprised gasp, and instantly smelled the sweet scent of her pussy.
While staring at her face, I reached between her legs and found her little clit, rubbed my thumb over the engorged bundle, and saw the pleasure morph her expression.
She writhed under me, held onto the sheets beside her, and thrashed her head back and forth as I continued to tease her clit. All I could see when I stared at her was the fact that she was mine, that no one else would have her.
Ever.
I leaned down and ran my tongue along her lips, her mouth parting and a moan spilling from her. But before she could suck in another lungful of air, before I could get lost in the softness of her mouth against mine, I moved down her body until my face was at the junction of her thighs, her cunt so close to my lips I felt her heat, grew drunk from her scent.
I need to taste her.
Go slow. Be gentle, or I’m going to lose it.
I pulled back just slightly and stared at her pussy. She was soaked, her cream slipping down the crease of her ass. There’d be a wet spot on the mattress after this was all said and done. I’d never change the fucking sheets, because I’d want to be able to smell her every fucking minute of every fucking day.
And I will regardless, because I’m not letting her go.
I ran a hand over my mouth as I stared between her thighs. I could have come from this sight alone.
“I need you. No more waiting, Wilder.”
I lifted my gaze to her face.
Ah hell. Fuck going slow.
I leaned down and closed my eyes, inhaling the sweet yet musky scent of her arousal. It filled my head, made me feel intoxicated, and I groaned low like I was some fucking animal. I ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh and then moved to her right, tasting her flesh. I needed more but wanted to go slow and savor this.
“Wilder,” she moaned my name. She had her hands in my hair a second later, tugging at the strands forcefully enough that I hissed as my lust skyrocketed.
“Fuck yeah. Harder.” I squeezed my hands on her thighs and moaned at how good that sting of pain felt as it mixed with my pleasure. I latched my mouth right over her pussy and sucked on her forcefully. Her pussy lips were swollen from her arousal, and I curled my fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more, knowing I was probably hurting her, knowing there’d be marks come morning, but her answering moans told me she didn’t want me to stop.
I suckled on her for long seconds, using my tongue to move back and forth along her lips, using the muscle like a paintbrush and I was a fucking artist. I didn’t want to stop but finally forced myself to pull away and look down at her pussy.
Goddammit.
I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock through the material of my pants. The monster was fucking hard as stone, the tip wet with pre-cum and causing a wet spot in the material.
“More,” she pleaded, and that sound went through my entire body.
I ran a finger up and down her cleft then placed my other thumb beside her lip, pulling her folds apart so I could see the most intimate part of her. I exposed her bared pussy to me, and my throat tightened to see the soaked pink flesh.
So fucking gorgeous.
A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I attacked her like a starving man. And I was starving. Only for her. Her flavor exploded on my tongue, filled my nose. I licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more fervor. The sounds she made were making me insane, making me harder, which should have been damn near impossible. I started thrusting my cock against the side of the bed, unable to help myself.
I pulled her pussy lips apart even farther, flattened my tongue, and slowly dragged it up her slit.
“Never going to