Eyes darkening even more than before, he descends. “f*****g redheads,” he murmurs, then laps my p***y.
Desire surges inside of me, and I tilt my hips up as his tongue swirls up to my c**t and around, giving me the pressure I need.
“Good boy,” I moan, shoving my hand into his silky hair and grabbing on. “Such a good boy.”
He hums against my center and intensifies his efforts. In this moment, I can’t remember if anyone’s mouth has ever been this good. I don’t think so. Certainly no one has told me I needed them to eat my p***y. But now he has, and I don’t know if it was his mouth or his eyes or what, but it’s as though something in my very soul recognizes something in his, and is stretching to reach it.
Gabriel thrusts a finger inside, then two. “You taste so good, Kayla,” he says. “So
