But still. She’s so damn impudent.
I dip my face, bite her ass. She yelps. “I said be quiet,” I warn.
“But I like biting too.”
“Then, if you’re noisy, I won’t spank you. I won’t bite you,” I command, and she whimpers. “Can you be quiet now?”
“I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” I say, then I bury my face between her legs and kiss her wetness. Her salty, sweet taste floods my tongue and overwhelms my senses.
As I lick and kiss, she gasps. As I experience the forbidden thrill of eating Ellie Snow, I roam my hands across the landscape of her fantastic ass. “Want to own this ass,” I mutter, then I trace a long line along her pussy, lapping her up before I return to the rise of her clit, sucking on her right there.
“Oh god,” she groans.
I raise a hand and smack her rear.
She gasps quietly, then sucks in her sounds.
I smile against her. “Good.”
I swat her other cheek.
She stifles a moan. So obedient.
I lick her again, smack her again. We become a feedback loop of smacks and swallowed groans, swats and strangled gasps, until Ellie white-knuckles the arms of the chair and whispers, “Gabe,” in a plaintive warning.
She’s on the cusp of coming, and that won’t do. Can’t let her lose her mind outside. I stop, stand, and toss her over my shoulder, still only half-dressed. I carry her inside, set her on the couch, and crawl between her thighs, my hands sliding up and spreading her nice and wide.
No idea where her dog is. Don’t care either.
I tap her right leg. “Put this one over the side of the couch. Want to admire this pretty pussy before I fuck you with my tongue,” I tell her.
With a shudder, she drapes her right leg over the cushion, letting her left leg fall to the floor. “Is this good, Gabe?”
I rumble in approval, gazing at her slippery pink lips. God, no wonder I love pink so fucking much.
Then, I French kiss her sweet cunt, worshiping her with my lips and my mouth, my hands pushing her legs open wider. She moans and writhes. But that’s not enough for me. I want screams and shouts. I stretch my right arm up, push under her shirt and bra, and grab her tit.
“Yessss,” she moans.
I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, ruthlessly, right as I suck on her clit.
“Oh god, Gabe.Yes.Yes. Yes.”
I slide up my other arm. As I eat her pussy like a starving man, I squeeze her generous tits, and she arches her back.
In seconds, my Ellie is losing her mind.
Shouting my name. No.Screaming it. My mind goes haywire, lights flashing, electricity crackling as she comes hard on my lips.
She tastes incredible, her scent filling my nostrils. I slow my pace, a soft, gentle lick as she comes down, panting, murmuring. When she laughs, that’s a sign to stop. I lift my face, smiling wickedly at my woman. She’s a blissed-out mess, hair wild, shirt rucked up, bra askew.
And we’ve only just begun. “Got a full-length mirror?”
Ellie smiles woozily. “Bedroom,” she says in a sex-drenched voice.
“Take off your shirt. Get on the bed. If you’re not on your hands and knees in ten seconds, waiting for my cock like a good girl, you’ll have to wait for it while I jerk off on your face,” I tell her.