He dug his fingers into the tops of my pants and pant legs and yanked them down. Once I had obediently removed my pants and flats, he knelt down before me, his gaze fixed on my genitalia.
For long seconds he did nothing but gaze. It was all I could do to keep from swaying my hips toward his lips in wanton invitation as I shuffled on my feet, but not out of fear.
His hot breath teased over my c**t as he drew in closer. With little forethought, I parted my legs, longing for his contact. Towards the top of my c**t, he put a gentle, sweet kiss.
“Beautiful.” His lips brushed against my skin, sending the phrase resonating through my body.
Again, I pleaded, "Please."
He raised his eyes to meet mine and gave me a devilish smile. "What, you want me to kiss your gorgeous p***y, angel? "
"Angel
