fingers on his other hand to stroke her from her tight little asshole up to her delicate, swollen clit. Slick, glistening cream coated his fingers, seeping from the tiny opening he was dying to get his tongue inside, before shoving it full of his dick again. “You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen, Soph. Pink and puffy and dripping with juices.”
She made a murmured, indistinct sound of pleasure that went straight to his groin. He watched as he pushed the two fingers he’d been stroking her with up inside her, mesmerized by the way her tight entrance had to stretch to take him. It was amazing he was even able to get his cock inside her, she was so tiny and tight.
“You ready?” he grunted, loving the way she hugged his fingers as he pulled them free. His fingers gleamed like they’d been dipped in honey, and he brought them to his mouth, greedily licking them clean.
Her response was breathless as she watched him. “Ready for what?”
Undone by her incredible taste, Chris was already lowering his head, his thumbs holding her open so that he could get to every part of her. Something that sounded like a snarl surged up from his chest, bursting past his lips just as they connected with all that lush, moist perfection. He ate his way into her drenched pussy as if he’d find the answer to life nestled there within her wet, slippery lips, seeking it with his tongue as he penetrated her tiny hole and thrust up into the tight, constricted sheath, tasting the thick slickness of her orgasm. It was so fucking good he could have lived off it. Could have kept his face buried in her mouthwatering cunt for the rest of his fucking life and died happy.
Licking his way up to her clit, he worked the tight bundle of nerves with the flat of his tongue as he penetrated her with two long fingers, curling them forward until he found the spongy pad of flesh that made her gush with moisture. Sucking hard on her clit, he had a surreal moment when he flicked his heavy-lidded gaze up and locked it tight with hers, stunned that this was actually happening. That he finally had Sophie Ward under his lips and tongue, and was lapping at her exquisite taste, the way he’d craved for what felt like fucking forever. That she’d come with him, giving herself to him so sweetly...so passionately, as if she’d been craving him every bit as much as he’d been craving her.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered, experiencing a jarring moment of agitation over how desperately he needed her. “Can’t get deep enough in you. You’re fucking killing me, Soph.”
He’d meant for the words to be a sort of warning, to them both, that they needed to move forward a little more carefully, before this burning, incessant hunger under his skin took them to a place she wasn’t prepared for — but that wasn’t how she took them. Instead, her rosy lips parted for an excited gasp, her breaths quickening as she flushed even pinker with desire, and he found himself jerking away from her with a jolt of panic. His back bumped into the wall behind him, hands clenching and releasing at his sides as he watched her through narrowed eyes, his fucking chest heaving with his hard, ragged breaths. The last thing in the world that he wanted was to put space between them, but he needed a moment to get his head on straight. To make the leap from wanting her...to goddamn requiring her to keep his sanity.
But Sophie didn’t seem willing to accept the distance. Instead of taking a moment to regroup, she hopped off the counter in a graceful move that caused those gorgeous little tits to jiggle in a way that made his cock even harder. He was so fucking engorged, his ruddy shaft even more swollen and aching than it’d been before, that it made his breath hiss through his teeth. He clenched his jaw, struggling for control, only to give a harsh, choked shout as she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached up, wrapping those soft, feminine hands around
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