Change of Hart (Wells Ranch, #3)(87)
With most of the white substance collected on her tongue, my girl takes my pulsing cock back into her mouth and swallows around me. Muscles working to draw out every last drop as my knees threaten to buckle and my body convulses. She pulls away with a devastating pop sound, then rocks back on her heels, licking her lips and wiping a hand across the mess on her cheek. It takes more than a few seconds, and multiple deep breaths, before I can think or see straight.
“That was a big mistake, Blair.” I pant.
Her face quivers, running through a gamut of emotions in half a second.
“Now that you made me come, I’m going to take all the time in the world with you. Pick your safe word, because that’s the only way to stop me from forcing you to come over and over, until I decide you’re done. And, I fucking promise, you’ll be wanting to use the word long before I’ve had my fill of you.”
She gulps. “Neapolitan.”
I snort. That’s my fucking girl.
“Spread your legs, baby. I have some promises I need to keep.”
“Get over here then.” She scoots up onto the bed, propping herself up with a plethora of pillows against the headboard, letting her knees fall apart. Gorgeous cunt on full display. After the way she just sucked me dry, she deserves to be a pillow princess while I worship her pussy for the rest of the night.
I start toward her, and her thighs slam shut. “Not like that. Show me you deserve a taste. Crawl.”
Fuck. She wasn’t kidding when she said I don’t know everything about her. But I’m the luckiest goddamn man alive to be here getting firsthand knowledge.
I drop to my hands and knees at the foot of the king-sized bed, and I fucking crawl. Because I’d do anything this girl asked me to do. Because I’m a fucking goner for Blair Hart. Because crawling across the bed to lick her sweet pussy is the absolute bare minimum when it comes to the things I would do for her. This comforter could be covered in broken glass, and I wouldn’t hesitate for a single second.
When I finally reach her, my palms press to her open thighs, steadying my orgasm-drunk body. And she inhales sharply with the smoothing of my fingers over her entrance. I can barely catch my breath, smelling her arousal, seeing it glisten on her pussy. It’s too much.
“So pretty when you’re soaking wet like this. I can’t wait to see how perfect you look around my bare cock.”
“First I need you to be a good boy and make me come.” She wiggles her hips so my finger moves closer to her clit.
“Oh, baby. Pretty soon you’ll be begging me to let you stop coming.” I trace the delicate skin at the apex of her thighs, loving the way her chest rises and falls in rapid commotion, until I get close to her clit. Then she quits moving altogether, waiting with bated breath for pleasure.
I slip a finger halfway inside her. “Sucking my cock turned you on, didn’t it?”
She nods, then shuts her eyes for a second to quietly say, “But…not as much as you coming on me did.”
My heart stutters, and I think my brain’s malfunctioning. Goddamn, that’s a kink I will enthusiastically participate in. “You like that? What do you like about it, baby?”
“Being yours,” she whispers.
I kiss her, tasting traces of my salty cum on her tongue. “You’re mine, Hart. This sweet cunt of yours has always belonged to me. I was the first one to make you wet”—my middle finger sinks into her—“the first fingers and tongue across your clit, the first cock deep inside you. You’ve always been mine, but I’m happy to mark you as a reminder.”
“Yes, please.” She whimpers as my finger swipes through a drop of misplaced cum on her chest, and I rub it over a nipple. My touch rolling over the hardened bud has her instantly writhing, frantically trying to slip a hand between us to flick a finger over her clit. And I fully seat a second finger deep inside her.
“More,” she moans loudly. So I slip a third finger into her, and her eyes shut tight. “Oh God.”
“You need something more?”
She moans, thrusting against my hand, and a frail yes escapes her lips.
Her legs are already shaking when I bend down to taste her. Nudging her hand out of the way, I drag my tongue up her pussy and devour her.
She’s sweet and all mine.
I circle her clit—smiling inwardly as she begins to fall apart—then suck it into my mouth. And she flings an arm down onto the mattress, grasping at the bedding. Her pussy walls clench around my fingers, holding on to me as she shatters. In a drawn-out, raspy moan, Blair comes undone with a final flick of my tongue across her swollen clit.
“You taste so fucking good.” I lap up her wetness, feeling aftershocks vibrate through her thighs. “So goddamn beautiful when you come, too. Do it again.”
I dive back in, reveling in the way she squirms with the slightest touch. Working her with my fingers and tongue, it’s not long before she’s back to the brink of ecstasy again. Digging her nails into my shoulders, dragging her heels across the bedding underneath us.
And by the fourth time, she’s begging me to stop, but she’s not mentioning ice cream. So I don’t.
Blair
“Jesus Christ. Oh my God. Lord have fucking mercy.”
Denver looks up from between my legs, where it’s officially taking very little effort to draw out another orgasm. My clit’s so sensitive, I’m convinced I can come from him staring at it with intent. I wiggle on the bed, the sheets sticking to my sweat-soaked back, and temporarily release the hold I have on his hair. It’s a miracle I haven’t ripped it all out, although I don’t think he’d mind. He hums against my skin anytime I yank his hair or press crescent moon shapes into his flesh with my fingernails.