Mister O(49)

“I’m going to spend a lot of time getting to know these beauties, but right now, I need my mouth between your legs.” My fingers roam up her thighs to her wet, hot center.

“Nick,” she starts, nerves racing back into her voice. “I’ve never come like that before.”

Those are my favorite words to hear. Little excites me more than the uncharted terrain of a woman’s orgasm, especially this woman. The chance to be the first to taste that sweet moment of shattering is like a winning lottery ticket. Out of nowhere, a possessiveness curls through me, and I want to be the only one to know this part of her. I want her pleasure to belong to me, and only me.

“Well, that’s about to change, isn’t it?”

She smiles, and it’s a wicked sort of grin, full of carnal delight. “This is what I thought about the first night we sexted,” she says, and I burn up all over, the red-hot memory slamming back into me as she confirms what I suspected she was up to.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off to eating your pussy.” I brush my fingertips along her thighs. “But there’s one thing I need you to do as I go down on you.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asks, breathless, as if she’s eager for my direction.

“When you really like something I do, when it drives you crazy and makes you want to beg for it, you need to tell me, okay?” She nods. “I know you love to say dirty things, and I want to hear them all. The more you give in to your own turn-ons, the more you’ll enjoy every single second of what I’m going to do to you, and the harder you’ll come.”

She nods several times now. “Coming hard sounds pretty damn good.”

“Oh, believe me, it will be so fucking good for both of us. Let me give you some suggestions. Off the top of my head,” I say drily, and she giggles, “you can say things like, that feels so good, or I’m going to fuck your face, Nick, or I’m going to come so fucking hard all over your face.”

Her eyes light up, twinkling with pure naughtiness. I brush a kiss along the inside of a thigh.

She quivers. I like that response.

I kiss a path up her leg, the intoxicating scent of her arousal growing stronger. I rub my face against her, letting her feel the bristles on her smooth skin.

“That,” she moans, low and long. “I like that.”

I grin as I slide my hands under her ass, cupping those luscious cheeks.

“That, too,” she says on a quick gasp.

I squeeze her rear. “Then tell me if you like this,” I say, and I just can’t wait any more. I kiss her pussy, and she bucks against me.

“Oh God, yes!”

Best answer ever.

I flick my tongue against her, then lick a long, delicious line down her pink flesh then back up, drawing her clit between my lips and sucking. She groans. “I like everything. Your tongue, your face, your lips,” she whispers in a broken pant. “So much.”

And so do I. I’m turned on beyond anything I’ve ever experienced as I kiss her sweet, hot center. I swear I’m drinking her, lapping her wetness, and she’s all over me. She’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever had, and she gets me even higher as her fingers slide into my hair. She curls them tightly around my head, holding on.

She floods my tongue, and lust pounds mercilessly in my body as I eat her. Her taste is addictive. She’s better, so much infinitely better than she was in my dirty dreams. She’s all real, all wet, all heat as she rocks against my face. She grips me tighter, thrusts harder, and I lick, suck, kiss, and devour her delicious pussy.

I can tell she’s almost there. I can tell by the way her legs fall open. By how much wetter she gets with each stroke of my tongue. By those wild sounds falling from her mouth. It takes all of my strength to pull away for a second to remind her. “Tell me. Tell me what you like,” I growl, then return to her.

That’s when she lets go. She clutches my hair, wraps her legs tightly around my neck, and fucks, and fucks, and fucks. “I’m going to fuck your face,” she cries out. As soon as those filthy words fall from her lips, she’s there. “Oh God, I’m going to come so hard on you.”

And she does, on my lips, my tongue, my mouth, my jaw. My face is just buried in her as she pulses around me, so wet, so crazed, and, I hope, so fucking satisfied.

That about describes me to a T, too. So fucking satisfied, especially as I watch her come down from her high. Her lips part, her breath is fast, and she drags one hand through her hair, the other over those gorgeous tits. This is an image I could jack off to over and over—Harper, high on my mouth, not an ounce of self-consciousness as she touches herself while floating down.