Page 596 of Summer Heat
That’s when he slides his hands over my ass and lifts me, pressing my core right up against his massive hard-on as he carries me over to the bedroom.
The new pressure between my legs sends shockwaves of pleasure through me with every step he takes. And he knows it, the evil, evil man.
By the time he lays me down on my bed, I’m panting and already parting my thighs for him. Smiling in a positively wicked way, he kneels down and grazes his lips against the top of my mound as he says, “Open wider for me, sweetheart. Let me see you before I taste you.”
Oh, god, I have a hard time believing I’ll ever be more turned on in my life.
I open wider.
His fingers gently stroke over the seam of my panties, but instead of putting his mouth on me just yet, he pulls the cloth of my panties tight. And blows on my clit.
My legs start to shake.
Eventually, he puts me out of my misery and slides a single finger along my pussy, muttering roughly, “Fuck, you’re wet.” That he sounds ragged and strained is the only balm easing my frustration.
“Jason, please.”
Apparently, that word really is magic, because I feel something pretty freaking magical bursting through me when he slowly slides two fingers into me while rubbing my clit with his thumb. The relief I feel is almost overwhelming. The pleasure all-consuming.
“Jesus fuck, you’re tight.”
His face dips between my legs and I very nearly pass out when I feel his tongue start lapping away at my wet heat. “You’re almost ready for me to take you,” he whispers against me. “But first, I’m going to suck on you here.” He licks my clit. “Until you come on my face.”
I feel his lips wrap around my swelling clit as he lifts my legs and puts them both over his shoulders. “Grab onto the sheets, sweetheart, because I’m going to fuck this tight, wet little pussy with my tongue for a little while.”
His mouth latches onto my pussy and I immediately see stars. It’s all I can do not to black out, the pleasure is so intense. A whole-body mass of sensations.
Honestly, I’m not sure how much more I can take, how much more I need.
Thankfully, Jason does.
He starts pumping a third thick finger deep inside of me before sucking my swollen clit into his mouth, hard.
And every last one of my thoughts goes scattering into oblivion, his name wrung out of me over and over as I go flying over the edge.
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| JASON |
WEDNESDAY
(Time: T-minus zero if I’m not careful.)
Jesus, watching Summer come apart is without a doubt, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
And I’m now well and truly addicted.
Gently cupping her soft mound, I press the heel of my palm against her clit as I move my mouth over to nuzzle the curve of her neck.
Just as sweet as the rest of her.
“Ready for round two, baby?”
Her eyes fly wide open when I slide two fingers inside her. Hell, she’s even tighter now that she’s come once, her pussy walls swollen, wetter and hotter than before.
Once I have her full attention again, I begin whispering the dirtiest, filthiest fantasies I’ve been having in her ear, detailing it all for her while she squirms. I meant what I said, I want to take her in every possible way, every possible position.
I want her to crave me as much as I crave her.
