Page 15 of Memphis Bound
His mouth covers my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. I arch into him with a gasp, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders.
"Christ, Toto. Stop me before I eat you alive," he growls, his hands digging into my hips as he grinds me against his erection.
"If you stop now, I'll freaking strangle you, Memphis."
He chuckles against my breast, the vibration sending heat blasting through me. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" He bites my nipple, making me cry out. "I like that about you, Toto."
He laves his tongue over the sting, soothing the sharp bite of pain before moving to my other breast. He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, grazing it with his teeth.
Pleasure streaks through me like lightning, sending me flying.
I rock against him, desperate for friction, for more.
His hands slide down my back to grip my ass, encouraging me to grind on his hard length. Even through our jeans, I feel how long and thick he is. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.
"Fuck, princess, you're going to make me come in my jeans if you keep that up," he groans, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. His pupils are wide and dilated when he looks up at me, only a thin ring of cobalt remaining. "You want to feel how hard you make me? How fucking desperate I am for this sweet little pussy?"
I whimper, nodding frantically. His filthy words are like an aphrodisiac, getting me drunk on pleasure. "Please, Memphis…"
"Please what, Toto?" He slides a hand between us, popping the button on my jeans and shoving his hand inside. His fingers delve into my panties to stroke through my slick folds. "Fuck, you're soaked. Is this all for me, Kylie?"
"Yes!" I cry as he circles my clit with the rough pad of his finger. "It's all yours."
"Good girl," he praises, thrusting a finger deep inside me.
I clench around him, my body begging for more.
He groans his appreciation. "Christ, you're tight. Gonna feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."
I sob my agreement.
"This sweet little pussy is mine, isn't it, baby? No one else gets to touch you like this or make you fall apart."
"Yes, all yours," I breathe, too far gone to deny it, to pretend I don't crave his touch more than my next breath. It's all I've wanted since he kissed me. Perhaps since he sat his fine ass down in front of me and teased me about what I was reading.
He pumps his finger a few times before adding a second, stretching me deliciously. He rubs firm circles on my clit with his thumb, and I see stars.
"Oh god, Memphis, I'm going to come," I pant, my hips moving of their own accord, fucking myself on his thick fingers.
"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers until you come," he croons, his eyes locked on my face. "Let me feel this sweet cunt squeeze the fuck out of my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel. Fuckin' drench me."
His filthy encouragement is my undoing.
I shatter with a ragged, keening cry, convulsing on his lap as my orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolls over me. He works me through it, continuing to thrust his fingers shallowly as he grinds his thumb against my clit, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my trembling body.
I collapse against his chest, boneless and spent.
"Fuck, Toto, that was beautiful," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're fucking perfect."
I hum wordlessly, nuzzling into his neck as he slides his fingers out of me gently.
He makes a show out of licking my arousal from them, his eyes tangled with mine, holding me captive, as he does it.
"Goddamn," he groans, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more fuckin' perfect, there you go tasting like cherry-flavored pussy, Toto."
I squirm, burying my face in his throat to hide the way my cheeks burn. He's so filthy. Why is that so attractive to me?
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me.