Page 12 of Revived My Heart

Her jeans had a big damp spot and her panties were ruined.

I kneeled between her legs, ran my nose over the wet spots, then licked her, making her jerk against my face.

“Please,” she whined, her hands fisting in the blankets.

“Please what?”

“I want your tongue in my pussy. I want to fuck your face.”

I never, ever, had a dirty mouthed woman in my bed before and holy shit, I was here for it. Her words, that sweet tone talking trashy, had my cock pressing against my jeans so damn badly.

“Want to fuck my face, huh?” I told her, easing her panties down and then sliding my tongue over her slit. She hissed and nodded, so I pulled away, making her head shoot up. “Then ride my face.”

I moved to lay down, tossing my shirt off along the way, and grinned as she shoved me back. She quickly grabbed the headboard, a glint in her eye.

“You said to do it, I have no problem with riding a tongue.”

Before I could think, her pussy was on my mouth and I was groaning. I stabbed my tongue into her again and again as she rocked her hips over my face, just like I told her too.

And damn it all to hell if with all of that, I didn’t reach down and grab myself through my jeans.

I moaned against her mouth, wrapping an arm around her even more to bring her even closer to my mouth. She groaned, her hands roaming over her tits, her fingers pinching her nipples and I just about came.

With another moan, I released myself to run a hand over her backside before slipping a finger into her ass, making her gasp, shake, then scream, as her hips rolled over my tongue again and again, coating me with every little thing she had.

And like a man starved, I drank every drop of that juice just as if it was my last fucking meal. Nothing tasted sweeter or better than that and I knew without a doubt I was going to have to do that again.

“Damn it, Mason, you ate my pussy like a man starved!”

“I was woman, now I’m going to fuck you like a man possessed.”

~ Patty ~

Oh. My. Word.

I just had the best damn orgasm ever from oral sex because no man had ever let me do that. And then he tells me he’s going to fuck me two ways from Sunday.

Uh, yes please!

I hurry to help him with his jeans, but he takes my hands and pins them in one of his above my head and yeah, that had wetness pooling between my legs once more.

I moaned as he pushed his clothing off before grabbing his cock.

With a grunt, I lifted my head to look at him.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I had ever seen such an angry dick. It was almost red, and leaking, and it looked like it needed help right away.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Thought you planned on slamming that dick into me.”

“Your mouth, woman,” he groaned before lining is cock up with my entrance and slamming into me. I closed my eyes, letting out a howl.

There were just no other words for the sound that came out of my mouth.

Usually, I wasn’t quite like that, but this man just brought out a side that I thought I had buried. Men didn’t like vocal women; they didn’t like women who took charge or knew what she wanted. So, I learned to push that down.

But Mason, he seemed to enjoy every bit of my personality and I was loving that.

“My mouth goes hand in hand with your dick,” I told him, arching upward.