Page 109 of The Casanova Complex

Her hips lift from the bed, bucking against my mouth.

I roll her clit between my lips, massaging it with my tongue, alternating pressure until she’s writhing.

“Please, please,” she begs breathlessly. “Make me come.”

My teeth lightly graze against her clit, and her thighs snap shut around my ears, locking me in.

And then I stop.

Tearing my lips from her clit, I stare down at her pussy, watching as her tight little hole pulses, desperate to be filled.

A frustrated cry sounds around us, and I trail my gaze up the length of her to where she’s glaring at me, nostrils flaring.

She’s pouting now, but when she comes so hard she nearly blacks out, she’ll be thanking me later, and we both know it.

“Patience is a virtue, baby,” I say as I flop down onto the mattress beside her, ignoring her indignant little huffs and reaching for her, dragging her on top of me. “Get your sweet little ass up here and ride my face.”

For a second, she sputters, clearly not expecting to end up sitting on my face, but little does she know, I have big plans, and I want to feel her grinding that tight, perfect pussy all over me.

But her hesitation is for only a split second because at the core…

What’s that saying?

… Merritt matches my freak.

She’s fucking dirty and as shameless as I am about things that make her feel good. Hence the shit we’ve done before even making it to this point.

I think we’re both in the same mindset of let’s try anything once just to see if we like it.

I feel her thighs bracket my ears, and I reach for her ass, gripping a handful before slapping it.

Jesus, I love her ass. I want to bite it. I want to fuck it.

There are so many things bouncing around in my head right now, so many things I want to do to her that I can’t settle on a singular one until she lowers her pussy onto my face and rocks her hips.

Oh fuck, yeah.

I flatten my tongue along her clit, and she grinds her hips, bearing her weight down, and my God, it’s so hot.

She’s not holding back. She’s doing exactly what the fuck I told her to and riding my face. Her fingers are tangled tightly in my hair, and she rocks back and forth, back and forth. I’m going to be honest, I can barely breathe as she drags her clit over my mouth, but I’m a man who knows the sacrifices are worth having your woman fuck your face.

The last breath you took might just be the last you ever take, but I’m not stopping until she comes. I’ll die in the most glorious way a man could ever leave this Earth.

“Fuck, Bennett.” I hear her moan from outside of my new favorite earmuffs. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I reach up and trail my hand down her ass, my finger sliding between her cheeks straight to the tight ring of muscles. She’s so fucking wet from both my mouth and her arousal that I gather it on the tip of my finger and push against her asshole, slipping the tip of my finger inside.

“Oh God,” she cries loudly, and it dawns on me only in this very moment that there’s a whole-ass fucking party going on downstairs and that the bathrooms are frequently used up here.

Damn.

That’s kinda hot to think about.

I slowly slide my finger deeper in her ass, giving her body time to stretch and acclimate before pulling out and thrusting again. I pick up the pace, fucking her ass while she rides my face, broken syllables falling from her lips in between those sexy fucking moans.

I’m hanging by a goddamn thread here. A single fiber remains.

When I push my finger deeper and drag my tongue along her clit, I feel her thighs tremble and her back bow, her grip in my hair turning aggressive.