Wet (A Real Man #25) - Jenika Snow Page 0,14
had went right out the fucking window.
I leaned forward and attacked her pink flesh like a starving man. And I was—starving for her.
Only for her.
The sweet smell and flavor of her exploded on my tongue. I was instantly addicted and intoxicated. I licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more fervor. The sounds she made were making me insane, making me harder. My cock throbbed, my balls drawn up. They felt so full, so fucking heavy. The very obscene thought of filling her up with that seed consumed my mind. I started thrusting my cock against the couch cushion, unable to help myself. I had one thumb on the side of her pussy, pulling the soft lip to the side even more, and all the while I kept her panties pushed aside with my other thumb. I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it up her slit.
“Oh.”
That one sound had me eating her out with more intensity. I slid my lips up her cleft and sucked her clit into my mouth. She tasted like the sweetest peach. I continued to suck on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone. I hummed.
Come for me. Give it to me, Pyper. Give me this.
I moved my mouth down, running my tongue along her pussy lips, sucking and nipping at the intimate flesh, the smoothness softer than everything I’d ever tasted, touched, felt in my entire life. I suctioned my mouth over her little hole, gently probing my tongue into her pussy, not fully penetrating her, just letting her feel it, letting myself feel her. I forced myself away from that sweet spot and sucked on her clit again.
Come for me. Come for me. Come for me, Pyper.
And as if she heard me, she gave me exactly what I wanted.
She climaxed for me, and I swallowed her flavor, her orgasm, taking it into myself, keeping it as mine alone. I was keeping her as mine.
But even then I didn’t stop working my mouth on her.
Pyper had a hard grip on my hair, and she tugged at the strands forcefully, the pain so fucking good. I grunted in pleasure but didn’t stop what I was doing.
I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was still pressing my cock against the couch. It wasn’t helping though, not when all I wanted to be was inside Pyper’s sweet pussy.
Only when I felt her relax against the couch did I pull away, trying to stay calm but having a really fucking hard time of it. The sight of her post-climatic high covering her face had my entire body strung tight. I wanted to come, but not here, not now. This was about her, about Pyper finding her desire, about me finally experiencing it, because she willingly gave it to me.
I stared at her as I licked my lips, the act obscene, but again, I couldn’t fucking help it. Her flavor was addictive, and I’d never get enough.
Every part of me was on fire, but as if someone doused me with a bucket of cold water, the sound of the back patio door of the main house sliding open spilled across me. I held my breath, looking at Pyper.
“Pyper? Honey, where are you?” The sound of her mother, Maura St. James, came through and was an instant buzzkill, not just of the alcohol I’d consumed, but of the pleasure I’d gotten eating Pyper out.
She held her finger up to her mouth and motioned for the universal sign to be quiet. A part of me was a bit wounded, my ego—no, not that, but my heart—thinking she was embarrassed, ashamed to be seen with me.
She must have seen the look on my face, because a second later, she leaned in and kissed me softly, her warm breath fanning along my mouth. “I don’t want her finding out like this. I want them to know the right way,” she whispered against my mouth.
I didn’t know what she meant by that, but I knew what I wanted it to mean.
That she wanted me as fiercely as I wanted her. That this wasn’t a one-off encounter. That she loved me….
Okay, the last part was a stretch, but a guy could hope for a fucking miracle.
I reached out and tangled my hand in the back of her hair, bringing he head closer so I could kiss her good and proper.