as cotton candy, baby.”
“Oh, god,” Mia breathed.
Using my thumbs, I parted her folds, exposing all her shimmering pink flesh. Like a beacon, her distended clit was begging for the attention I was desperate to provide. Tamping down the urge to lunge face-first, I used the tip of my finger and began tracing circles along her inviting slit.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“A little bit,” I challenged with a crooked grin. “Is it working?”
“Yes,” she hissed. “But I’d rather lose my mind other ways.”
“You would, huh? What other ways do you mean…exactly?”
The mischievous flicker in her smoldering eyes, which had turned a deep forest green, told me she was willing to play along now.
“Put your fingers inside me and lick my clit, Oz,” Mia boldly instructed.
“Where do you want my fingers while inside you?”
“On my G-spot.” Her cheeks flushed crimson.
“Don’t get shy on me now, baby. What’s going to happen if I rub that magic bundle of nerves inside you while sucking your hard little clit?”
“I’m going to come all over your face.”
The desperation in her words tore my restraint off its chain.
“Fuck yeah, you are,” I growled and lowered my mouth to her tempting folds.
Her musky feminine heat surrounded me, making my head swim and my heart clutch. Mouth watering, I flattened my tongue and swiped it up her glistening center. Mia cried out in bliss and bucked against my mouth, now being coated with the same sweet nectar I’d branded to memory so long ago. Unable to fill my system with her fast enough, I shoved two fingers into her silky core. Her hot, wet walls clutched and sucked at my digits as a shudder of need quaked through me.
“So hot. So soft, and all for me.”
At least for one night.
Twisting my wrist, I found that special sweet spot that drove Mia wild. Strumming the luscious bundle, I wrapped my lips around her stiff, pouting clit and drew it into my mouth. As I gently batted the sensitive nub with my tongue, Mia issued a guttural cry and arched her hips off the bed.
Christ, she was still as uninhibited as ever…passionate and free.
As she ground her sweet cunt against my face, I splayed my palm to her stomach, forcing her back to the mattress, mutely reminding her who was in charge.
“Dammit, Oz,” she panted, pinning me with a vicious glare. “If you tell me not to come when I’m ready, I’ll rip your balls off.”
An evil chuckle rolled through my head as I sank my teeth into her clit and gave it a little tug.
“Keep threatening me, and I’ll make you ride the edge all night,” I promised before flicking my tongue against her engorged bud.
“Oh, god!” Mia wailed, trying to launch her hips into the air once more. “It’s not a threat. It’s a promise. I don’t play those games anymore.”
So, she hadn’t pursued the BDSM lifestyle after we broke up. Interesting. Though we’d never joined any of the local clubs, we’d done our fair share of exploring the kinkier side of life. But after we’d parted ways, it seemed pointless to continue down that path. Mia was the only woman I ever ached to Dominate. And right now, I burned to harness every ounce of power flowing in and out of her sinful body.
“You talk big for a little girl who’s panting, writhing, and gushing into my palm.”
I pressed down on her G-spot and lapped her clit.
Mia cursed, then whimpered when I suckled her hard nub between my lips again. When she dropped her head back to the pillow, I savored her sweet surrender and stamped her whimpers, gasps, and groans to my memory.
Continuously working her clit, I alternated between my fingers and tongue, stabbing her clutching cunt relentlessly. As she bucked and ground her succulent pussy on my face, Mia’s incoherent pleas morphed into breathless moans before her keening whimpers filled the air. She was poised on the edge, ready to tumble over. But I wasn’t willing to let her fly, not yet. My busy fingers stilled as I released her clit and gently circled it with my tongue, dragging her back from the cusp.
“No,” Mia wailed. Reaching down, she gripped my head and tried to shove my mouth back to her pussy. “Don’t stop, dammit.”
“I’m not stopping, sweetheart. See?” I swirled my tongue around her clit, purposely avoiding her plump little trigger.
“Bastard,” she growled. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”
“You bet your hot-as-lava cunt I am.”
“Why?” she moaned pitifully.
“Because I love watching you