tongue flicked out, licking between two toes. A shock of delight ran up my thighs. I gasped. “What are we going to do about this, Liv?”
I wet my lips, mesmerized by his mouth. “About what?”
He took two middle toes into his mouth and rolled his tongue over them, gently sucking. I closed my eyes, my head fell back. God that felt exquisite. How had I never had my toes kissed before? Justin stopped. I opened my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
His wicked grin grew wider. “Keep watching me.”
The low, sexy words poured a new layer of desire over my senses, drenching me in pure lust. My hungry libido languorously ate up each detail. I obeyed his command and watched. He moved to my other foot, laving his tongue over my toes and arch in twisting patterns. Every erotic lick and touch pushed reality farther away.
His attentions moved up to my ankle, then the back of my knee. By the time he got halfway up my thigh, I was a bundle of desire, ready to burst, and he stopped. “You closed your eyes,” he softly scolded. “And you haven’t answered my question.”
I forced my eyes not to roll back as he returned to nuzzle my inner thigh. “What was the question again?”
He nipped me. “Bad girl. Not paying attention.”
I moaned, writhing. Trying to get my aching pussy closer to his mouth. He only grinned that delectable naughty boy grin of his and waited. I fought to recall what he’d asked. Oh, the what shall we do one. The memory must have registered on my face because he nodded. “So, Liv, what’s your answer?”
The talking and the waiting that normally would have ebbed my desire, only made it flood over. I nudged him upward, trying to tangle my legs around him and coax him closer. He laughed. “Justin, you’re killing me. Please.” I wrestled with the restraints to no avail and the fact that he’d done such a good job titillated me further.
He slowly licked up my leg, past the midpoint, closer and closer and I struggled against the urge to shut my eyes and buck my hips. His eyes held to mine and I saw something fierce, something beyond want, burning in them. He wanted my answer. “I want you,” I said and I meant more than the primal lust coursing through my limbs, clouding my thoughts. “I want more. And I don’t know what we’re going to do about this, but I know I want more.” I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat. “More of you.”
He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. But the change in his expression spoke volumes. “Good.”
My reward was his mouth’s slow descent upon my aching, wet pussy. The heat and softness of his tongue made me jerk. His hands lifted my legs, thumbs edging so close to where his mouth traced circles spiraling inward toward the core of my sex, where desire beat hot and hard and ready to explode.
Justin moved to my clit, suckling it into his mouth, releasing it with loud wet sounds that drove my head back and my hips up. I didn’t care. I couldn’t keep watching. The pleasure was like a current pulling my attention under.
But he stopped again and I had to. “Watch me, baby. I want to see it in your eyes when you cum in my mouth.”
I half gasped, half yelped. His damned voice was so freaking sensual and, combined with the possessive light in his eyes, I was lost to reason. His mouth and eyes had enslaved me.
“Say please,” he whispered, bringing his finger to my trembling portal.
“Please,” I breathed.
“I want you, too,” he said. “I want more, too.” His finger stroked into my hot flesh. “Don’t be scared.”
I wasn’t. Was I? He drew his finger out. Back in, driving sure swift pleasure into me. How could I be scared of this? My hunger near replete, my heart near spinning, my hopes high. He could be the one. What would I ever be scared of?
Somewhere deep down the answer hid. But I was lost to pure, sweet sensation. Justin paused before I climaxed only long enough to slip his big cock into my swollen pussy. His mouth came down hard on
I wet my lips, mesmerized by his mouth. “About what?”
He took two middle toes into his mouth and rolled his tongue over them, gently sucking. I closed my eyes, my head fell back. God that felt exquisite. How had I never had my toes kissed before? Justin stopped. I opened my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
His wicked grin grew wider. “Keep watching me.”
The low, sexy words poured a new layer of desire over my senses, drenching me in pure lust. My hungry libido languorously ate up each detail. I obeyed his command and watched. He moved to my other foot, laving his tongue over my toes and arch in twisting patterns. Every erotic lick and touch pushed reality farther away.
His attentions moved up to my ankle, then the back of my knee. By the time he got halfway up my thigh, I was a bundle of desire, ready to burst, and he stopped. “You closed your eyes,” he softly scolded. “And you haven’t answered my question.”
I forced my eyes not to roll back as he returned to nuzzle my inner thigh. “What was the question again?”
He nipped me. “Bad girl. Not paying attention.”
I moaned, writhing. Trying to get my aching pussy closer to his mouth. He only grinned that delectable naughty boy grin of his and waited. I fought to recall what he’d asked. Oh, the what shall we do one. The memory must have registered on my face because he nodded. “So, Liv, what’s your answer?”
The talking and the waiting that normally would have ebbed my desire, only made it flood over. I nudged him upward, trying to tangle my legs around him and coax him closer. He laughed. “Justin, you’re killing me. Please.” I wrestled with the restraints to no avail and the fact that he’d done such a good job titillated me further.
He slowly licked up my leg, past the midpoint, closer and closer and I struggled against the urge to shut my eyes and buck my hips. His eyes held to mine and I saw something fierce, something beyond want, burning in them. He wanted my answer. “I want you,” I said and I meant more than the primal lust coursing through my limbs, clouding my thoughts. “I want more. And I don’t know what we’re going to do about this, but I know I want more.” I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat. “More of you.”
He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. But the change in his expression spoke volumes. “Good.”
My reward was his mouth’s slow descent upon my aching, wet pussy. The heat and softness of his tongue made me jerk. His hands lifted my legs, thumbs edging so close to where his mouth traced circles spiraling inward toward the core of my sex, where desire beat hot and hard and ready to explode.
Justin moved to my clit, suckling it into his mouth, releasing it with loud wet sounds that drove my head back and my hips up. I didn’t care. I couldn’t keep watching. The pleasure was like a current pulling my attention under.
But he stopped again and I had to. “Watch me, baby. I want to see it in your eyes when you cum in my mouth.”
I half gasped, half yelped. His damned voice was so freaking sensual and, combined with the possessive light in his eyes, I was lost to reason. His mouth and eyes had enslaved me.
“Say please,” he whispered, bringing his finger to my trembling portal.
“Please,” I breathed.
“I want you, too,” he said. “I want more, too.” His finger stroked into my hot flesh. “Don’t be scared.”
I wasn’t. Was I? He drew his finger out. Back in, driving sure swift pleasure into me. How could I be scared of this? My hunger near replete, my heart near spinning, my hopes high. He could be the one. What would I ever be scared of?
Somewhere deep down the answer hid. But I was lost to pure, sweet sensation. Justin paused before I climaxed only long enough to slip his big cock into my swollen pussy. His mouth came down hard on
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