Page 57 of Wicked Debt

Didn’t want to wait long enough to try to answer the question.

Instead, I pushed her back against the loveseat and went to work on her buttons.

I was surprised my fingers still worked, but they did, and soon her shirt was open, her amazing tits and sweet, soft stomach exposed to me.

I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down her thick thighs and off.

Then, I worked my hands up her legs, squeezing the full, firm flesh.

Decided that I wanted to feel those thighs against my head, squeezing me, begging for more as I licked her pussy to climax after climax.

But I would start at the top.

So I did, placing gentle kisses on her cheeks, her lips, her chin.

Kissed my way down her body, not bothering to take off her bra when I circled her nipple with my tongue.

I wanted to taste every inch of her tits, feel them squeeze my cock, paint them with my cum.

But I didn’t linger.

I went lower, peppering her soft stomach with kisses, dipping my tongue into her belly button, and then, finally, hooking my thumbs in her panties as I pulled them down.

I looked up the length of her body, met her eyes, and smiled when I saw the emotion there.

She was angry but also needy.

I kept my eyes on her as I kissed and licked the space between her belly button and her mound.

I could see her bite her lip as she tried to control her reaction.

I wouldn’t allow it.

Thoughts of her had plagued me, ridden me without relief.

I wouldn’t allow her restraint.

So instead, I let out a breath, the warm air on her wet skin making her shiver.

Then, I placed another soft kiss on her mound and moved lower to trail my lips along her labia.

Stopped before I got to her clit, which stood there slick with her juices, practically begging for my touch.

I looked into her eyes, saw that they were begging too.

I smiled and then hovered over her clit, her body shivering when I breathed out. She was gripping the loveseat tight, but she hadn’t lost control yet.

I wouldn’t relent until she did.

So I moved pass her clit without touching it and was rewarded with a sigh of frustration.

Teased her lips and then traced them with my tongue.

I bumped her clit with my nose but didn’t give it any attention with my tongue.

Instead, I used my tongue to spread her lips and smiled at the juice that leaked from her before I greedily lapped it up.

It was my turn to moan when her sweet, tangy flavor exploded across my taste buds. My cock was throbbing, but tasting her was an even more urgent need.

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