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I could hear she wanted to reprimand me, but her words died in her mouth when I licked a slow strip, making sure she felt my tongue piercing from her slicked lips to the swollen clit, then looking up at her.

“Yes, pretty?” I asked teasingly and licked my lips. She grabbed my hair when I threw one of her legs over my shoulder.

Next time, I’m having her sit on my face and fuck my tongue into her pussy.

Already thinking about the next time?

I dug my hand into her plump ass and buried my face between her legs. I ate her out like a starved man, but it wasn’t comfortable on my knees. I couldn’t reach every nook and cranny of her pussy, but her taste was heady, and I knew I could eat her out for hours and never get tired of it.

This is what I liked about women. My jaw would fucking hurt if I sucked a cock for an hour straight, but Anna’s pussy? You’d have to tie me up from eating her out until she passes out.

“Oh, ahh—Caleb!” She was gasping, leaning on the wall with her back arched as she looked at me with her hazel eyes when I stood up.

Her gaze fueled with white fiery lust when I picked her up and threw her on the bed. Before she could take a breather, I was crawling up on her, kissing her and making her taste herself.

“Don’t you taste so sweet, hm?” I asked between our clumsy, wet kisses. Teeth, tongue, lips, all as one. “I could eat your pretty pussy every day for hours.” I said, cupping her, and she whimpered oh-so sweetly.

Oh, I could devour her so easily.

I pulled back and removed her dress, but her straps were weird, and I got frustrated. She stopped me before I could yank them with a harsh tug.

“Stop. You’ll ruin the fabric,” she leaned on her elbows and gently removed them. My patience was running thin, and she must have seen the look on my face and shook her head. “You tore my Agent Provocateur thong.”

“I’ll buy you another.”

“It was a two-hundred-dollar thong, baby.” She said with a small smile as her straps loosened, my mouth went slack.

“Why the fuck do you—I’d get you more but,” I looked at her hot body and continued, “don’t wear anything around me. You look better naked.”

I tugged her dress away, being gentle this time, because I didn’t want to tear it. I was drooling at her breasts hidden underneath a sexy lace bra. I unhooked it expertly with one hand, pushing her back and marveling at her body. My mouth watered seeing her piercings. The tiny barbells snuggly fitted on her nipples.

I wasn’t expecting her to have any piercings. She looked like a goody-two-shoes and yet…

“I want to fuck them,” I said, weighing her breasts in my hands and taking one nipple in my mouth, teasing the piercing. Biting her nipple and smiling at her low groan. “You have perfect tits. Perfect nipples with perfect piercings.”

“God, you’re so filthy.”

“Next time,” I promised her. “Next time, I’m fucking them.”

“Next time?” she asked, her voice uneasy.

“You think I’m letting you go after one night, pretty?” I chuckled darkly and kissed my way down her stomach, noting the light scar. I knew exactly what it was, and it made me admire her more. I kissed it softly, being gentle so that my piercings didn’t dig into her skin.

“Y-you don’t have to do that,” she said, her cheeks flustered as if she was embarrassed by it.

“Don’t get shy with me now.” I traced the scar and looked at her dark eyes. “You’re strong as fuck. I’m just admiring it.”

I knew no number of tattoos and piercings could compare to the pain she must have gone through. I kissed it again before putting pillows underneath her hips and spreading her legs wide, settling between them. It had been a while since I ate a pretty woman out, a couple of years. And I promised to have my fill with her. I teased her, kissing her inner thighs, leaving hickeys until she was squirming and soaking.

Using my thumbs, I spread her slicked lips and sampled her. Her eyes went wide as I groaned at her taste. My hand lowered to my pants, unzipping them and releasing my throbbing cock. I moaned into her pussy, pumping myself before focusing my attention on her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her neck arching as I slowly ate her out. My tongue tracing her sensitive nub.

“Just Caleb will do for now, pretty,” I said, taking her clit in my mouth and sucking it.

“M-more,” she stuttered, breathing in gulps of air and tugging at my hair. “Fingers.”

“Fingers what, ma’am?” I asked, blinking innocently. “You want me to rub your pretty clit with my fingers? Is that what you want?”