Page 69 of Yours To Take
“Yes,” I whine.
“Good girl.”
Blake kisses his way up my leg, lips ghosting over where I want to feel him most. My head is thrown back. I’m aching, dripping wet. He’s driving me crazy.
His lips move back down my thigh before sliding the skimpy material down my legs.
“This is going to be good.”
My eyes fly open. The cool cream lands on my buzzing skin, just above my pussy. Blake’s smile is sinful as his tongue darts out, dragging the white cream lower, swirling it around my clit.
“Holy shit!” I practically fly off the bed.
That tongue of his is magic. Swirling and licking. Flicking and sucking.
Pure magic.
Blake sinks a finger inside my tight pussy. His tongue and finger stroke me, as I grind down on him. I can’t get enough of him on me.
I shift, staring down at him. His eyes are locked on mine, whipped cream covering his mouth. The sight of him eating me out makes me come undone.
It’s like an out-of-body experience. Every cell is alive, pulsing through me as I come. It’s the most intense feeling. My toes curl. My fingers dig into my palms. My scream is stifled because I can’t seem to find my voice.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but Blake is there, staring down at me like he wants to eat me. Not that he just didn’t, but again. Like the first time wasn’t enough.
My release glistens on his lips. A tiny bit of whipped cream sticks to the corner of his mouth.
“That was fucking hot.”
“Oh yeah?” My voice is breathless.
Blake’s thumb trails over my lips. “Want a taste?”
I don’t answer, leaning up and taking his lips in a kiss.
It’s sinful. Dirty. Depraved.
I suck up every taste of my release—mixed with the strawberry whipped cream—from him.
“You ready for more?”
“More?”
I don’t just want more with Blake. I want it all.
Standing, Blake shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down. His cock is leaking, hard and long.
I lick my lips. “I want to taste it.”
“You don’t have to.”
He takes a step closer, dropping a knee onto the bed.
“I know. But I want to.”
“Because it’s on the list?” Blake asks.
I shake my head. “Because I want to.”
