Page 28 of Not Mine to Rescue

The flat part of his tongue pressed down against my opening.

Oh. My. God. I needed that.

No, I needed more. I needed that pressure inside me. “Wombat.” I panted.

The tip of his tongue went inside, and he fucked me with his mouth.

Was I still coming? Or was this round two? Damn it.

“I need…” More?

No. I needed his cock.

I must have said that out loud because he stood up and slipped his pants off.

I blinked. Holy— Was that real? Wombat wasn’t long, just thick. Like he should have at least four more inches to match that girth, but if he did, it would kill someone.

But dang, they’d die happy.

Then it hit me. I was going to be very happy. “I need that inside me.”

“One second, my hungry, horny woman.”

A flush of awkwardness threatened to derail me. I shouldn’t tingle from the rumble of his voice, or the shock of hearing someone talk about me in those terms. But his blunt speech made my walls clench, and a new flood of wetness trickled down my thighs.

He was a dirty-talker. I’d never had one of those before. I never knew I wanted someone without a polished, buttoned-up filter.

He rolled a condom on and straightened the tip with a little tug. “Legs up.”

They felt heavy, but I lifted one foot and then the other into the air. One of my shoes had fallen off. The other clung to my toes and the trouser socks I’d donned this morning. I shook my leg to free it but it clung there like sin.

Wombat swept a hand along my calf and slipped the shoe free. Then he squeezed the arch of my foot with a firm grip. I groaned as the abused muscles relaxed. His fingers wrapped around my ankle and placed it on his shoulder. Then he massaged my other foot with both hands.

Just two strong caresses later I was boneless and practically drooling.

“You like that?”

Duh. “Anyone who wears heels all day would.”

I groaned again because he wrapped my leg over his free shoulder. That brushed my pussy against his cock.

His teeth sunk into my calf, which broke the spell. It wasn’t hard, just jarring. I sent him a fleeting glare to convey my irritation.

“Can’t have you passing out before number two.”

Was I able to come twice? I’d never done that before.

Wombat slid a hand down my leg to my crotch and ran his knuckle through my folds. “Keep your legs on my shoulders. Let’s play with you for a bit.”

Play? No. Please? My clit was still sensitive. And that jumpiness increased with each circle he looped around it as he slipped from opening to clit and back.

I was going to die if he didn’t put that thick dick inside me soon. I arched until my hips came off the bed and I presented him with my aching pussy. I forgot all about calling him Wombat and blurted out, “Please, Random, I need⁠—”

His finger slipped inside. I clamped down on it, my pussy giving a pulse that was close, but too quickly he pulled free.

“No. I want… I need you.”

A thick pressure pushed at my opening. I looked down, realizing that was his cock. No wonder he’d worked me into a frenzy. It wouldn’t fit.