Page 48 of Small Town Swoo
“I want to make you come so hard.” I kept my voice low, my tone firm. “I want to bury my face between your legs and fuck that sweet little pussy with my tongue until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh, God.” Her voice cracked softly. “Keep talking.”
“You like hearing me say these things?”
“Yes.”
My adrenaline surged as I pictured in vivid detail all the things I wanted to do to her. “Can you feel my fingers sliding inside you? Do you like it when I suck your clit? Do you want to come on my tongue?”
Her answers were little more than muffled sighs.
“God, the things I want to do to you . . .” I closed my eyes and imagined her body beneath me. The arch of her back. The smell of her skin. The softness of her thighs against my face and the grip of her hands in my hair. I slid one hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants and fisted my cock. “I’m so fucking hard.”
Her breathing was quick and heavy.
“I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers. I want your legs to shake. I want to hear you say my name.”
“Dash—don’t stop?—”
“Come for me. Right now.”
As her cries grew more intense and high-pitched, I stroked my cock and imagined her working herself into a frenzy while she thought about me.
“Oh my God. Dash.” She was quieter now, her breath still audible but slowing down.
“Did you do what I said?”
“Yes.”
“All of it?”
“Every single thing. You should know by now I can’t say no to you.”
My cock thickened in my fist. “Good girl. Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“God, I want to fuck you.”
“That can wait. I want to make you come with my mouth.”
My breath caught. “You want to suck my cock, you greedy little thing?”
She gasped, and for a second I was afraid I’d gone too far. But then...
“Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly what I want.”
I shoved my underwear down my legs and kicked it off. “Get on your knees for me, Sugar. Tell me exactly what you would do.”
“I would take your cock in my hands. I want to feel how big it is. How hard it is.” She paused. “I’ve thought about this before.”
I groaned softly as I worked my hand up and down my erection. “You have?”
“Yes. I would lick you slowly. Tease you with my tongue. I would take just the tip in my mouth and suck it while I stroked you with my hands.”
Goddamn, I could feel it. “More,” I growled. “Take more of me.”
“Shhhh,” she scolded. “I would tell you to be patient. Then I would slide your cock between my lips and back out again, taking a little more each time, but never as much as you want me to.”
