Page 131 of Blush Crush

He peers up at me from between my thighs, his blue eyes glittering as he puffs hot air across my wet center.

Propped up on my elbows, arousal sizzles in my belly as I try to gulp down the sudden dryness in my throat. Then his mouth fuses to my clit, his gaze never leaving mine while a growly timbre crawls out of him. He's moaning—being intentionally loud as he eats and licks every inch of my pussy, and I'm helpless to stop him.

I also don't want to stop him.

His tongue drives into me, causing a mewling sound to fall from my lips.

He makes a point to stare at me as he hovers between my parted legs. "There's no scenario in which I'm not eating your pussy. I'm a man, not some little bitch boy. Skip a shower, get sweaty, forget to shave—I don't give a fuck, I'm diving in."

A quiet gasp escapes me. He can't possibly mean that. "What if I was on my period? What then?"

He traces a circle around my clit with his tongue before lifting off just enough for me to see the sheen of my arousal around his lips. "Still eating it. Besides," he winks, "I'll never have to worry about being iron deficient."

My jaw goes slack.

I literally don't even know what to say to that. He takes everything I once thought was dirty or shameful and dismantles it in a single sentence, making it sound like the most natural thing in the world.

"Accept it." He licks. "This pussy is mine." A swirl of his tongue. "So I'm going to take care of it." A hard suck over my clit. "Please it." Another long lick. "Spoil the fuck out of it." Histongue spears my hole. "Okay? Now can I finish tending to my girl's needs? I'm thirsty."

I nod with vigor, the pressure gathering in my tummy so decadent I can do nothing but watch open-mouthed as his tongue slides in and out of me while his fingers pump in rhythm. I'm shaking, shamelessly rubbing myself on his mouth until a violent orgasm wracks through me, my screams of desire bellowing out.

I'm still trembling when Cole prowls up my body, his shirt already gone, his weight settling over me and pressing me into the mattress in the most satisfying way. Our mouths crash together, hungry and demanding all at once, and I taste myself on his lips. It spurs a sense of urgency within me, and I stroke over his hardened bulge, frustrated to find his pants are still on. "Take them off," I groan.

"So demanding, baby." He chuckles, shifting beside me.

Once he's wonderfully naked, he settles back on the bed, sitting straight up, resting back on his palm, legs splayed out in front of him, his hard cock ready and waiting. He tugs my arm. "Ride me so I can suck on your tits."

Even though we've had almost nonstop sex, I still feel nervous doing certain positions and being on top is one of them. But I want him so badly right now I don't care enough to worry about my lack of technique.

I lower myself over him, sinking down on his rigid length completely, straddling his thighs. Despite having had him inside me countless times, I still feel the burn of his girth stretching me to my limits—a delicious sort of pain.

Positioned upright like this, my breasts are at eye level, my head slightly above his.

"Grab onto my shoulders and bounce on my cock, baby."

I do as he says, lifting and then slamming back down. He sucks on my breasts, licking my areolas and tugging my nipplesuntil they pull into tight little pouts as his hands wrap around my body, helping me find the tempo. It's like hugging and fucking at once and I think it's my new favorite way to be on top.

"Just like that, baby," Cole praises. "You fuck my cock like the perfect little slut." He places his hand where we're joined and starts strumming my clit. "Are you my little slut?" he asks before nipping at my breast.

"Yes," I moan.

"Say it."

"I'm your little slut," I force out, my head tipping back as another orgasm crests.

"Look at me," he commands, and I obey nearly involuntarily. "When my cock is in you, your eyes better be on mine." He spanks my ass and the sting of it paired with the immense pleasure coiling in my belly makes my whole body shudder—makes me realize I'd give him anything he asked for, just to keep feeling exactly this. "Who fucks you better than anyone else ever could?"

"You," I say between breaths.

He smacks my ass cheek again. "God, you're so perfect. So beautiful," he says as his eyes scour my body, his voice rife with intensity.

My thighs cinch tighter around him, pulsations fluttering around the thick flesh pumping inside me.

Cole takes full control of my body, driving into me at twice the speed, and in less than a minute we're both crying out together.

I lift off and collapse beside him, trying to catch my breath as his warm cum trickles out between my thighs.

I've quickly learned Cole is obsessed with coming inside me and then making sure I keep every drop. I don't quite understand the fascination since I'm on birth control, but it makes him practically feral every time he witnesses it drip out.