Page 54 of Don't Fall For Your Best Friend
Her breathing’s heavy, her cheeks are tinged pink, and her eyes are wild with excitement. It’s a stunning sight.
“Damn, Hart, you look fucking incredible. I’ve been wanting you back in handcuffs so I could do what I wanted to do the last time.” I lower to my knees and run my hands up her thighs, over her tits, and up her arms. I reach her wrists and trace my finger around the cuffs. “Sexiest bracelets I’ve ever seen you wear.”
She smiles and the intense heat in her eyes could set my body on fire. She’s ready.
I cup her tits over her dress and rub my thumbs over her hard nipples.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“I’m going to take your panties off. I’m going to slide them down your incredible legs and push your legs open as wide as possible.” I pinch her nipples and she lets out a moan. She’s so damn responsive to my touch. It’s unreal. “After that, I’m going to push your dress up and expose your pussy to me. Only me. If I’m right, it’s going to be dripping wet and ready for my mouth.”
Her brown eyes are wide, but not with fear. They’re wide with desire. She tries to move her arms, but the handcuffs bang against the wood. Her eyes search mine as she pokes her tongue out to wet her lips. “Please, Sir.”
I grin as I do exactly what I told her I was going to do. Once her panties are off, I slip them into my pocket and see Hartford’s bare pussy for the first time.
I’ve heard people say they’ve seen heaven in a near-death experience. I’m full of life, but I have no doubt that I am staring at my heaven.
“Fuck, Hartford,” I rasp, unable to pull my gaze away.
She’s perfect.
I push my hands against her knees, ensuring her legs can’t close, and place soft kisses on her inner thighs as I work my way up. Her soft sounds of approval are music to my ears as I take my time reaching the promised land.
When I get there, I lick slowly up to her clit, as her sweet taste coats my tongue.
“Oh god.” She moans, her hips bucking against my face.
I hum against her, causing vibrations to run up her body. As she groans, I lose all control. I lick and suck on her pussy as if it’s my last meal.
Her taste is as sweet as she is and I’m now addicted to it. I flick my tongue against her sensitive clit and the handcuffs bang against the wood again. It spurs me on and I feast on her. Licking, sucking, nipping.
I’m desperate to make her come.
“Paxton, I mean, Sir, don’t stop,” she cries out.
I grin at the correction, and it drives me wild. Maddening. Completely insane. She’s more than I ever expected and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Like I fucking crave her.
I want to tattoo her name across my chest, and carve her name with a knife into my skin. I want to savagely crush any man whoever looks her way ever again.
Fuck.
Her hips move against my face as I continue to push her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans get longer and louder, and her pussy becomes drenched as I continue my assault. My pulse races as I lick at her fast and hard.
I wrap my lips around her and suck on her clit, causing her to scream out as I hear those handcuffs rattling against the wood.
“I’m so close. Sir, make me come,” she pants out.
I nibble on her clit gently before I frantically lash against it with my tongue. Her cries of pleasure are all I hear and it’s fucking beautiful. My fingers dig harder into her knees as I suck on her clit.
“Yes,” she screams as her release rips through her.
I continue licking at her, taking everything she’s got to give. Her taste invades my mouth, and I shake with her because the intensity of the entire situation is otherworldly.
Once her cries subside and I’ve licked every drop, I lift my head and gaze up at her.
My heart slams against my chest when I see the look of absolute euphoria. Her eyes connect with mine, and I don’t know what it is, but something emotional and intense squeezes my chest.