“Does my pussy feel as good as you thought it would?” she asks. For someone who looks like an angelic fairy, she has a dirty fucking mouth, which is a huge turn-on. “Can you feel how wet I am for you, August? Can you feel how much my pussy is dripping for you?”
“You’re really fucking wet,” I compliment, pulling her panties down. They’re the prettiest purple panties I’ve ever seen, but they’re not as pretty as what lies beneath.
I’ve seen her pussy before, but never this close. Her lips are pink and a little swollen from yesterday. I know her ass will be covered in bruises, but if she’s in pain, she doesn’t show it. I kiss the crease at the top of her thighs and lick along it. I’m going to treat her how she deserves to be treated.
There is no going back now. After trying to leave town last night, I have to accept that there’s an inevitability about us. Our growing attraction has been like watching a car crash happen in slow motion. I’ve been trying to regain control of the car and fight against the wheel, but it’s been no good. We were heading straight for a tree, and I couldn’t stop it. Now I’ve given up trying and accepted that if we were gonna burn, we’d burn together.
“I need you,” Clemmie whines. “I need you to taste me, August. Please.”
I hold her hips and lick down her slit. The flat of my tongue laps her pussy, concentrating on the pool of juices at her opening. She’s sweet, but there’s something else mixed in there. I don’t let myself think about what happened last night and the traces a shower can’t erase. I know what parts of her are her, and fuck... she’s my fucking kryptonite. Her clit throbs for my attention, and I circle my tongue over it, making her sigh. I love how her body responds to me and how she squeezes her tits in response.
“August.”
Her moans send a lightning bolt straight to my cock. I’ve seen her fuck other people, but nothing compares to hearing my name coming out of her mouth. I lightly probe her entrance with my tongue and push myself inside her, wanting to get lost and clean all those fucking demons out of her sweet little hole.
She wails as I tongue fuck her. Her thighs clench around my head, and I suck her pussy lips gently.
“August!” she cries out again, grabbing a handful of my hair.
I put my mouth over her clit to create a seal and suck another orgasm out of her. Her thighs shake as her wetness coats my chin. She’s a gusher, and I lick it up, wondering how good and slippery she will feel all over my dick.
Clemmie laughs and grins when she’s done, making me glance up. Her eyes sparkle with exhilaration as if we’ve been on a rollercoaster. “Why did you make me wait so long?”
“You know why,” I reply playfully.
“I want to feel your cock inside me, August,” she chirps, spreading her legs as wide as they can go as an invitation. “I want to feel every inch of you.”
I hesitate. As much as I want to fuck her more than I’ve ever wanted anything, I don’t want to hurt her.
“You’ll be hurting me if you don’t,” she says, reading my mind, then adding, “I’m not the only one who needs this.”
She’s right, but I don’t show it.
“It’s your turn to lie down, August,” she orders. “Or are you forgetting we can read each other’s minds?”
I follow her instructions because my boner is digging into my pants so hard that my balls might explode if I don’t release it soon. Clemmie unbuckles my belt and undoes my zipper.
“Pull them down, August,” she says.
I release my cock as she asks, and her face lights up.
“There’s no going back after this,” I warn her.
I need to give her an out if she wants it.
She ignores my words and wastes no time straddling me. She guides her wet pussy juice over my shaft, soaking me in her cream and my spit.
“I don’t want to go backward,” she breathes, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. She pauses, then mounts me with a loud sigh and lets me sink into her depths. “We were always meant to be together, August. You know that too; otherwise, you wouldn’t have come back.”
Her walls are still pulsing from her orgasms. They are squeezing and holding onto my cock like it doesn’t want to let go... and I don’t want her to. I never want to let her go again. I grab her ass, and she falls forward, pushing her perky tits against me as she kisses me hungrily.
“Go slow,” I urge. “I want to enjoy the feel of your tight pussy. I want to make this last.”
I don’t need her to fuck me at jackhammer speed; I want to savor every fucking second. I’ve dreamed of this for months, but the reality is a million times better. Her pussy is hot, wet, and oh so fucking tight. Clemmie takes the hint. She rides me slowly, her hips circling in torturous circles, letting me get lost in the moment and how amazing she feels.
“I’ve been waiting for this for months, August,” she whispers. “I’ve been dreaming about how it would feel to climb onto your cock and ride it.”
Her words only drive me crazier. She scrapes her teeth along my neck and latches on.