“Tell me what you want, Zasha?” he asked.
His hands massaged up the taught muscles of her legs. His knuckles brushed against her inner thighs. He wanted to see the sexy vixen who had taunted him. It was her veiled admission of attraction that had driven him into action.
“I want you to taste me.”
“Hold your skirt up.”
She obeyed his command in a seamless manner that made his dick harden farther. Her thighs were slick with her juices, and his impatient fingers were soaked before they moved her panties aside. Two fingers slid into her hot heat, and stirred a slow circle inside her tight walls before he retreated.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
The moan of protest she issued was silenced when he leaned back on his heels to meet her gaze.
He slipped his cum-laden fingers into his mouth and released an appreciative hum. His mouth feasted on her nectar until his fingers were clean. The pop of his mouth’s reluctant release of his digits was audible in the stillness of the darkened hallway.
“I had my taste, and I could eat you for days, but first I want to hear you say it.”
“Eat my pussy, Phelan!”
Her command was one he was all too happy to comply with. His hands were swift as he slid one of her legs over his shoulder and snapped the elastic of her thong.
“You won’t need this anymore dear one,” he said. The slits of her green eyes the only part visible beneath her veiled lids.
“I’ve wanted to taste you like this for so long.” His hoarse confession made her moan.
“Me, too.”
The admission released a low rumble in his chest.
“This is my pussy now, Zasha.”
His fingers traced along her wet slit, and spread her cream over her swollen clitoris.
“You’re so wet for me, Zasha.”
He marveled as she continued to flow like a river over the fingers he used to separate her lips. The pretty pink flesh he revealed made him growl as he dove forward. His tongue rolled along the engorged bundle of nerves as her sweet taste filled his mouth. He was an addict, and she was the drug as each sip of her flavor and lick of his tongue took him higher.
“Yes, Phelan!”
The sound of his name on her lips earned her two thick fingers. She gripped him so hard he swore. If she felt this good around his fingers, he could just imagine the fit around his cock. He thrust inside her with a sure steady rhythm. The feel of her nails in his scalp a pain he liked.
When he leaned in to add his eager mouth to the mix she swore. The harsh words made him grin against her mound. “I want you to come on my face, Zasha.”
The vibration of his voice against her core made her buck, and the suction of her clit into his mouth made her cry his name again. He curled his tongue inside her as far as he could go and found a spot that made her swear like a sailor. Her leg tightened around his shoulder as she rode the stiff tongue he’d begun to delve into her channel. A tiny quiver yielded to a tidal wave as she clamped down on his tongue. The gush of the liquid he craved flooded his mouth, and he captured every drop.
****
Her rubbery legs refused to support her, and she sagged against the wall as he realigned her skirt and stood.
“We should continue this in my room,” he said.
A nod was all she could manage after the mind numbing orgasm he had provided.
She never thought in a million years she would be here. The reality was so much better than the watered down fantasies. She could not stop the cry of delight that left her lips when he scooped her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. The steps he took more fleet and sure than a human’s as the scenery flew by in
a blur. What seemed like seconds later, they entered his room with the door shut firmly behind them. His black eyes were full of admiration and lust as he set her onto the floor in front of his bed.
His nimble fingers traced a path over her features as she did the same. Eager to learn the curves of the face she’d dreamed of for so long. She thought the sight of her brown flesh against his tan was a beautiful contrast.