breasts, my scorching tongue lapping at her juicy clit through the lace thong.
By now her pussy was straining against the lace, pressing forcefully against the diaphanous material, pleasurably trapped inside a web of crimson lace.
Hungrily, I began working her pink nub between my lips, and she tossed her head back, arcing her hips forward, pushing her sex harder against the textured lace.
I took this as a solid invitation.
Cleaving my tongue inside the stretched lace, I parted her sex and plunged inside her tender core.
A low and strangled sound of pleasure caught in the back of her throat and her hips gave a fierce jolt. Then she opened wider for me, her long, slender legs spilling over the arms of the chair.
The fabric was now digging into her pink folds, even the thin lace too much of a barrier.
“Liam …” she whimpered, her voice desperate and urgent. “Please take it off.”
Thick, c reamy liquid trickled down her clit.
Ignoring her breathless pleas, I lapped up her juices as they sluiced out of her lace thong.
Gasping, s he tunneled her fingers in my hair and I got another mouthful of her arousal.
“ Mmm. You taste so good, Viv.” I licked her again. “So fuckin’ good.”
“Pl ease, Liam.” Her whole body began to tremble. “Take ’em off.”
At the urgency in her voice, my flagging self-control slipped another notch.
I slid my fingers into the thin waistband of her thong, but before I could even peel them off of her, Viv lifted her pelvis and pushed her sex harder against the lace, threatening to rip the fabric to shreds.
Using my palms, I pushed her breasts upward, squeezing her engorged nipples in an attempt to hold her in place long enough so I could peel off her thong.
Too late.
Her quivering thighs splayed even wider, and she let out a sharp cry as she ripped through the lace, splitting a seam down the middle.
I paused for the briefest of seconds, then bent down and placed a wet kiss against her fevered skin.
When I lifted my eyes, our gazes locked.
U sing the tip of my tongue, I traced slow and lazy circles around the deep red lines left by her lace thong, soothing her delicate flesh, and if her breathy moans were any indication, accomplishing my goal.
And all the while, my eyes never left hers.
The sight of Vivian moaning and watching me was a powerful aphrodisiac.
All I could do was feel her. Feel her molten heat around me.
A nd I was helpless to do anything but pleasure her.
T he scorching tip of my tongue swept over her drenched folds in double circles, tracing the figure eight.
D ouble circles. And more double circles.
Eight.
Eight.
Eight.
Eight.
Eight.
I traced the figure eight over and over again.
Her breathing went from uneven to erratic as I made love to her with my mouth, my tongue mimicking the act my body so desperately craved.
Greedily, I lapped up her dripping juices, tasting her sweetness, flicking my tongue back and forth across clit, then slowly running it up and down her entire vulva, stroking her toward release … stopping for a moment, and then starting back up, flicking my tongue across her pink nub.
“ I can’t—” she rasped, trying to push me away. “I can’t, Liam … I can’t—”
Her breathless cries died on her lips as I fastened my mouth over her engorged nub and sucked it hard between my lips. At the same time, I dipped a finger inside her deep folds, exploring until I found her ultra sensitive sweet spot. The G spot.
She responded with a breathless whimper and it wasn’t long before she started moving her hips to match my strokes. “Liam,” she choked on a sob, bucking against my mouth. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop fingering her. But I lifted my mouth from her pussy so I could look at her.
M y gaze, hot and searing, slid over her sweaty body, watching every nuance of her arousal in the soft candlelight.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassed over, and her long blond hair clung to the dampness of her
By now her pussy was straining against the lace, pressing forcefully against the diaphanous material, pleasurably trapped inside a web of crimson lace.
Hungrily, I began working her pink nub between my lips, and she tossed her head back, arcing her hips forward, pushing her sex harder against the textured lace.
I took this as a solid invitation.
Cleaving my tongue inside the stretched lace, I parted her sex and plunged inside her tender core.
A low and strangled sound of pleasure caught in the back of her throat and her hips gave a fierce jolt. Then she opened wider for me, her long, slender legs spilling over the arms of the chair.
The fabric was now digging into her pink folds, even the thin lace too much of a barrier.
“Liam …” she whimpered, her voice desperate and urgent. “Please take it off.”
Thick, c reamy liquid trickled down her clit.
Ignoring her breathless pleas, I lapped up her juices as they sluiced out of her lace thong.
Gasping, s he tunneled her fingers in my hair and I got another mouthful of her arousal.
“ Mmm. You taste so good, Viv.” I licked her again. “So fuckin’ good.”
“Pl ease, Liam.” Her whole body began to tremble. “Take ’em off.”
At the urgency in her voice, my flagging self-control slipped another notch.
I slid my fingers into the thin waistband of her thong, but before I could even peel them off of her, Viv lifted her pelvis and pushed her sex harder against the lace, threatening to rip the fabric to shreds.
Using my palms, I pushed her breasts upward, squeezing her engorged nipples in an attempt to hold her in place long enough so I could peel off her thong.
Too late.
Her quivering thighs splayed even wider, and she let out a sharp cry as she ripped through the lace, splitting a seam down the middle.
I paused for the briefest of seconds, then bent down and placed a wet kiss against her fevered skin.
When I lifted my eyes, our gazes locked.
U sing the tip of my tongue, I traced slow and lazy circles around the deep red lines left by her lace thong, soothing her delicate flesh, and if her breathy moans were any indication, accomplishing my goal.
And all the while, my eyes never left hers.
The sight of Vivian moaning and watching me was a powerful aphrodisiac.
All I could do was feel her. Feel her molten heat around me.
A nd I was helpless to do anything but pleasure her.
T he scorching tip of my tongue swept over her drenched folds in double circles, tracing the figure eight.
D ouble circles. And more double circles.
Eight.
Eight.
Eight.
Eight.
Eight.
I traced the figure eight over and over again.
Her breathing went from uneven to erratic as I made love to her with my mouth, my tongue mimicking the act my body so desperately craved.
Greedily, I lapped up her dripping juices, tasting her sweetness, flicking my tongue back and forth across clit, then slowly running it up and down her entire vulva, stroking her toward release … stopping for a moment, and then starting back up, flicking my tongue across her pink nub.
“ I can’t—” she rasped, trying to push me away. “I can’t, Liam … I can’t—”
Her breathless cries died on her lips as I fastened my mouth over her engorged nub and sucked it hard between my lips. At the same time, I dipped a finger inside her deep folds, exploring until I found her ultra sensitive sweet spot. The G spot.
She responded with a breathless whimper and it wasn’t long before she started moving her hips to match my strokes. “Liam,” she choked on a sob, bucking against my mouth. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t stop fingering her. But I lifted my mouth from her pussy so I could look at her.
M y gaze, hot and searing, slid over her sweaty body, watching every nuance of her arousal in the soft candlelight.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glassed over, and her long blond hair clung to the dampness of her
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