Page 61 of Split You Open

Unfortunately, I can feel what it’s doing to me. The excitement of having Blair on my childhood bed, naked and pinned beneath me is going to have me coming in no time. With a groan, I break the kiss and sit up.

Breathlessly, I tell her on a broken whine, “I’m not going to last, cariño.”

Blair grins mischievously. “Good, because I’m not either. Want to play out one of my fantasies?”

A hard shiver rushes through me at the husk in her voice.

As my eyes drift down her body I ask, “What’s your fantasy, Blair?”

“I know it’s a bit childish but… back in college, one of the girls talked about this position with her boyfriend. She called it ‘sixty-nine’ and it sounded so absurd but kinda fun, too,” she whispers conspiratorially. “Have you heard of it? I’ve never⁠—”

She had me at the number sixy. The nine didn’t even matter.

Whatever Blair wants, I’ll make sure she gets it.

I wrap an arm under Blair’s waist and roll, flipping us around so that I’m beneath her and she’s laying on top of me. I grab her hips to steady her as she sits up with a laugh.

“You ready to eat my pussy, Santi?”

“I’m starving for it, cariño.” I groan as I buck my hips. The move causes my dick to brush up against her pussy and I can feel the heat it radiates.

Blair smiles. “Do you remember how⁠—”

“I remember exactly how you like it, cariño,” I rasp out. “Please, let me eat you out.”

“Please? You’re begging to fulfill my fantasy?”

I nod with a pathetic whine. I’m hungry for her. Can’t she hear my soul crying out for sustenance? “Yes.”

“One more time, Santi, because you beg so prettily and it drives me wild to hear you whine; ask to eat my pussy.”

My cock is so fucking hard that I know I’m about to explode without any stimulation whatsoever. I breathe through the desire to cum, forcing myself to calm down and not ruin this. When I’ve steadied myself enough, I choke out, “Cariño, let me bury my face in your pretty, perfect cunt and let me feast on you. You’re a meal so delicious that I know gods weep with jealousy when they see me between your legs. Let me make the gods cry right now. Please!”

Blair’s eyelashes flutter as her lips part in a soft “oh”.

“Good boy, Santi,” she murmurs as she climbs off me to get into position.

The minute her pussy is situated over my face, I dive in and eat. My tongue swipes through her folds to lick up the mess already between her legs. Then, I’m licking and sucking, and feasting on her perfect cunt. Reaching up, I grab handfuls of her ass to bring her closer. If I could, I’d crawl inside of Blair just to lick up every fucking drop.

She’s every bit as delicious as I remember.

Better maybe.

I groan into her pussy as Blair’s mouth wraps around my cock and her head bobs. Her mouth is so hot. Her lips feel so damn good wrapped around me.

My balls tingle—warning me of the swift, inevitable release that’s on its way.

Focus, I tell myself as I bury my tongue into Blair’s pussy.

Her moans and sharp gasps through her nose are soft but I can hear how she loves the way my tongue works through her. I told her I remembered how she liked it. Judging by the way she’s grinding down on my face, I know I’m doing it right.

As if I could ever forget how to make this murderess cum.

Soon we’re both panting, groaning, writhing and grinding. Sweat breaks out on my skin as I fight my release—waiting for Blair to find hers first. I tease her clit, sucking it before rolling my tongue around and over it.

When her body starts to tremble and tense, I know she’s nearly there.

Thank fuck.