He’d bet money the last man she’d been with was Frank. That fucker didn’t look like the sort to take care of his woman’s needs. Kent made himself a promise to never allow her to leave his bed unless she’d reached climax at least twice. His new mission in life was to see pleasure on her face.
She started to thrust on his finger. He began to pump his finger inside her dripping wet cunt.
Adding a second finger, he worked her clit. Her pussy contracted around his finger with each stroke. Removing his fingers, Kent licked her glorious cream off his digits.
“Um, you taste so damn good, Lana.”
Lana lifted on her elbows. Kent leaned forward, his gaze on her as he pressed his tongue inside her body.
When he’d gotten enough of her cream, he glided his tongue up to swirl around her clit and then went back down to her cunt.
He kept the movement, drawing out her pleasure as he went.
Kent stroked her thighs while he used his tongue between her thighs.
She gasped, moaned and cried out under his attention. The sounds she made went straight to his cock. Her noises were filled with her startled pleasure.
“More,” she said, begging.
Spreading her thighs wider, he moved his hands to pump two fingers into her cunt, and he licked her clit. With his other hand, he stroked her breasts.
She moved against him. Her pelvis moved onto his face.
Kent pulled away. She growled in frustration.
“Grab my hair and show me how much you want it.”
Lana looked at him dazed. He went back to licking her clit. Kent made sure to keep the pressure light so she’d have no choice but to hold onto him in some way.
Her fingers sank into his hair. She tightened her grip and ground her pussy onto his face.
“That’s right. Give me your pussy. Make me lick you clean.”
Her ass lifted off the bed. He grabbed her ass and pushed her against his face. Kent was drowning in her scent and loving every second of it. Her cream was the tastiest thing he’d ever eaten.
“I’m going to come,” she said, screaming out the last word.
He grinned against her cunt. “That’s right, baby. Come all over my face.”
Pressing fingers into her pussy, Kent rode her body bringing her to the pinnacle. He catapulted her over the edge.
Kent watched her body come apart under his skilled fingers. Her orgasm was a beauty to witness.
Chapter Seventeen
Lana cried out as pleasure washed over her in a giant wave. She’d never experienced anything like it. The intensity of the pleasure startled her. Her fists tightened in the bed sheets as Kent brought her to climax with his tongue and hands. The grip he had on her ass would leave bruises, but she didn’t care.
When her release fell away she lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, panting for breath.
Kent kissed her pussy before climbing up the bed.
“You taste amazing,” he said. She blushed as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His face was glistening from her release.
She groaned and covered her face.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, pushing her hands away.
“How embarrassing,” she said.
“What is?”
“Your face is covered in…” She couldn’t even say the word.
Kent laughed. He licked his lips and bent down to kiss her. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’ve got a sexy pussy, and I loved licking it. I intend to spend a lot of time down there. You better get used to it.”
She stared up at him and saw the seriousness on his face. Kent intended to give her oral sex often. Did this mean their encounter was going to last longer than one night?
His finger tips ran down the length of her body. Her gaze never left his face as he touched her.
“You’ve got such a beautiful body.”
Lana felt her blush deepen. Her cheeks must be on fire with how hot they felt.
“You’re not used to compliments, are you?” he asked.
She shook her head. Words abandoned her at that moment.
“Get used to them. I’m going to be complimenting you more often.”
He leaned down and took her lips under his. Kent pulled her up the bed along with him until they lay with their heads on the pillows.
For the longest time, he kissed her lips and stroked her body. Lana knew he must be needing release. The hot length of his cock lay against her thigh. The long shaft made her nervous. None of her previous boyfriends had ever been so long.
When he moved over her, she opened her legs and tensed waiting.
“What did I tell you about not relaxing?” he asked.
She stared up at him. Her mind went blank.
“I’m not doing anything until you relax enough for me. This is about pleasure, Lana. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Lana kept her arms by her sides as he touched and stroked her.