Deeper, she needs more. I know this, but I want her dripping by the time I slide back inside her. Fastening my lips on the bud, I suck harder and flick my tongue at the same time, angling to hit her a little harder and going until she pants.
“Oh god,” she moans into the night air.
“Not god, flower, just Drew,” I growl against her folds. f**k, she tastes so divine. I could sit here all day and lap at her p***y, but I need more. If I don’t satisfy the beast, there’s no saying I won’t break her before I have the opportunity to see what she’s made of. Tamping down the primal urge building inside me, I swallow hard and lift her so her back is against my chest again. I move her gently as if she’s a piece of glass.
Skimming my nose against her throat, I speak, “I think you forgot to tell me so
