I licked my dry lips, my voice coming out in a husky whisper. “I’m good. So…fucking good.”
A wicked grin spread across his face, dark and predatory. “Then I have some unfinished business to attend to. That pretty p***y of yours has been begging for my mouth all night.”
He slid down my body, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wider as he settled between them. One thick finger teased my entrance, finding me drenched, before pushing inside with agonizing slowness. I gasped at the intrusion, my walls clenching greedily around him. He hummed in approval, the vibration sending sparks through me, then lowered his head.
His tongue was torturously gentle at first—long, lazy licks along my folds, circling my swollen c**t without quite touching it. He lapped at me like I was the sweetest dessert,
