He pushes his thumb deep and leans down, shouldering my legs further apart. He looks up at me. His other thumb circles my clit, bringing on waves of pleasure. “My mouth is fucking watering here. Look what you do to me, woman.”
Jackson holds my gaze as he leans in. The very tip of his tongue barely touches my nub. My legs fall open a bit wider.
Please. Please.
Still watching me, he licks again. This time, a tad more of his tongue makes contact. The thumb in my slit swirls slowly. Another timid lap at my clit.
Damn tease.
His eyes crinkle at the corners, and that sexy as hell grin lights his face. The thumb inside rams deep and then pulls out. I grunt. He yanks the skin at the top of my pussy up and away from my bud. Then he licks me, sinking his tongue deep into my entrance, pulling up all the way to my clit. He circles it with his tongue, freshly wet with my juice. The warmth sends a fresh stream of liquid to my pussy.
He latches on to my nub and sucks. I squirm. He hangs onto the top of my pussy, keeping my clit exposed, as he wraps his other arm around my hips, trapping one leg in the crook of his arm. He holds me in place as he slathers open-mouthed kisses over me, alternating with sucking, until I’m breathless and my hands push through his hair.
His tongue delves into my recesses, and he grunts in satisfaction as he slurps up the juice my body creates for him.
The pressure in my cunt is so strong that I vibrate with it. My muscles twitch with each swipe of his tongue. When he lets go of that skin at the top of my pussy, he rams at least two fingers inside, pumping them in and out. Each time he pulls back, he licks the cream they bring with them.
“Fuck, Ronnie. You taste amazing.”
I crack my eyes when he doesn’t go back to licking right away. He’s staring at me, his chin wet and a grin a mile wide on his face.
“What?” I ask.
“We have to make this a regular thing. Once is definitely not going to be enough of this pussy. This might be addictive.”
I laugh and lay back as he drops his mouth onto my lower lips, kissing them with as much expertise as he kissed my mouth. Maybe more.
The more he sucks and licks and circles his fingers deep inside, pulling out and rubbing that place at the top of my entrance that makes my hips curl, the tighter the spring is wound.
Soon my abs jump, the heat and pressure so great I can’t even—oh—fuck—the pleasure is too— “Fuck me, Jackson. Just come fuck me. Hard. Now. I want your cock. NOW.”
He laughs, but he doesn’t stop with his tongue. Instead, he readjusts his position. He slips two fingers into my opening and pulls them out and down, right along my seam to that tight little hole in the back.
I clench up and go still.
Jackson licks my slit again, bringing his tongue up to circle my clit as his slick finger explores the other place. “Peaches, I won’t hurt you. Relax.”
He suckles my clit again, and I push up to meet his mouth. He puts a tiny bit of pressure on that puckered place and it’s as though he’s hit a cum button. A flood of liquid heats my core as every muscle in my body coils up and pumps against the finger shoved deep in my pussy. The pressure on my asshole is just enough to make it pulse too.
Jackson continues licking and sucking until all the tremors have subsided. He relaxes his hold on my hips and I lay back, my legs as wide open as they’ve ever been. He takes his sweet time and licks every bit of cream I have, pulling my lips open to get deep inside. His warm breath keeps me at the edge of another climax.
No man has ever taken that much time to make sure I’m satisfied. And I’ve never been so satiated.
He kisses each of my thighs before standing and swiping the back of his arm across the moisture on his mouth and chin. “Now, that’s what I call peaches and cream.”
I roll my eyes. In my peripheral, Bull sits behind the sofa, his chin resting on the top of the back cushion. He looks soulfully into my eyes. His pink tongue darts out and slides over his nose.
I cover my hot face and snap my legs closed tight. “Oh, good God.”
Jack grins. “Bull! GO. She’s mine. Find your own pussy.”
NINE
Ronnie’s breaths are heavy and quick. She’s a hot piece of ass, and she’s smart and sweet, all at the same time. It’s a potent combination. And making her come apart at the seams under my hands and mouth was almost enough to make me come all over the carpet, without even a hand-job to help out.
She peeks out from between her fingers.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” I reach for her wrist.
She lets me pull her up. “I don’t think I’ve ever known a guy who talks so much about what he’s going to do, is doing, or what he’s just done in the bedroom.”