Page 12 of Gobble Me Up

“Holy hell, Cydney.” My voice is barely recognizable. I grab both tits in my hands and squeeze, rougher than I should, but she whimpers and arches into my grip, practically begging for more. Fucking hell, I’m addicted to this woman. I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue over the sensitive tip. Cydney cries out and tangles her fingers in my hair, yanking me closer like she can’t get enough.

“God, yes…” Her breath hitches, and she writhes under me, her hips grinding against my thigh. I pin her tighter, loving the way she fights and submits all at once. I want her desperate. I want her wrecked. I want her to forget her own damn name, as long as she remembers mine.

I nip at her other nipple, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, then lick it soothingly, feeling her shiver. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps and her back bows off the couch. I release her wrists for half a second, just so I can rip her yoga pants down those perfect goddamn thighs, dragging them over her hips and off in one savage motion. I nearly tear the seams getting them past her knees. No way in hell I’m stopping now. She’s bare and beautiful under me, every inch of her glowing in the soft light, and fuck me, my cock throbs at the sight.

Cydney’s breath comes in little gasps, her nipples rock hard, tits heaving as I hold her down. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I growl. She squirms, desperate for more as I slide my hand between her legs.

“Oliver,” she whimpers. “Please.”

God, that does it for me. I want to hear her beg, cry out, come apart over and over. I nip my way down her chest, tongue flicking over her bare skin, savoring the way her whole body shivers for me. I drop kisses along her ribs, licking, nibbling, marking my territory as I go. Cydney’s heart pounds so loud I can hear it. Good. I want her wild. I want her desperate.

I pause to look up at her. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with need. “You ready for what comes next, sweetheart?” I grin, pure predator, and spread her thighs wide so I can see every perfect inch of her.

“Yes,” she gasps, voice wrecked. Her hands tangle in my hair, urging me closer.

Hell fucking yes. I grip her hips and drag her to the edge of the sofa, right where I want her. The smell of her arousal hits me like a freight train, and my cock practically loses its mind.

I run my tongue along her inner thigh, slow and teasing, watching the goosebumps break out on her soft skin. Fuck, she’s shaking for me already, and I haven’t even given her a real taste of what’s coming.

I drag my tongue higher, nipping at the sensitive skin just inside her thigh, and she shivers all over, clutching the cushion with both hands like she’s bracing for impact. I’m not letting her off easy. Not tonight.

I spread her thighs wider, greedy for a view of her dripping, perfect pussy. Jesus, she’s soaked. My cock throbs so damn hard I’m about to bust my jeans zipper. Her sweet scent punches straight through the last of my self-control.

“God, look at you,” I rumble, staring right at her glistening folds. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Cydney. You know that?”

She’s breathless, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “Please, Oliver…” Her voice is wrecked, pure desperation. Music to my damn ears.

I lean in and taste her.

Jesus. The taste of her arousal hits me so hard I almost see stars. I groan and press my mouth against her folds, spreading her lips with my thumbs to get a better view. Fuck. She’s perfect. I run my tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit, and she jerks like I zapped her with a live wire.

“Oliver!” she chokes out, voice already trembling.

God, I’ll never get enough of this. I lap at her slit, probing her opening with my tongue, then swirl it around her clit until her whole body is fucking shaking.

I feast on her, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it hard with my tongue while I work two fingers inside her. She’s tight and hot and so fucking ready, her inner walls clamp down and suck my fingers deeper. Holy hell, she’s tight. Her entire body arches up off the couch as I work my fingers inside her, and the way she clenches around me makes my cock throb so hard I almost see stars.

“Oh my God—” Cydney’s voice breaks, nothing but raw need. She’s completely exposed, hips grinding against my mouth, desperate for more.

I don’t let up. I curl my fingers just right, hitting her sweet spot on every stroke while my tongue flicks her clit until she’s making the most gorgeous, wrecked little noises I’ve ever heard. Her thighs tremble and snap tight around my head as she begs me not to stop.

That’s fine by me. I don’t plan on stopping until I’ve tasted every drop she has for me.