Page 116 of From Drummer to Gamer

His hands curved along my waist, the rough calluses meeting my soft skin. He splayed his fingers, gliding them back and forth. “So soft,” he muttered before diving back in and draping himself all over me.

This time, he took my hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting. I whined a scream I couldn’t recognize as my fingernails dug into his shoulders.

He seemed to like it because it only made him suck me harder, so hard that there was a slight hollow in his cheeks.

The sensations swimming through my body were unrecognizably delirious, and I only wanted more and more of them.

“I didn’t know that you could taste so good.” The vibrations of his words ripple through my sensitive peaks and I could feel my thighs getting sticky and clit throbbing for relief.

“God, Matty,” I breathed, my fingers digging deeper into his skin.

“Yes, baby, mark me like that,” he rumbled, switching to my other nipple.

But the torture lasted only for a second before he crawled up and took my lips in a quick kiss, but even that didn’t last long as he descended lower and lower, till his lips met the thin waistband of my boy shorts and my traitorous knees fell apart to accommodate his face between my thighs.

“Wha…what are you doing?”

His eyes were still on me as his big, strong hand gripped my pussy with such power, rubbing back and forth. My pupils dilated, and my lungs burned, but that wasn’t the worst part. It was the need pulsing in my pussy.

“Eating my girl for breakfast.” He nipped the skin on my inner thigh.

The most cliché thing for a man to say, but something about it coming out of his mouth made all the chemicals dance in my body.

He was so serious about it, almost like it was a promise that he intended to keep and score some extra points.

Within the next second, he ripped my shorts right in the center, creating a perfect hole for him to plunge in. Like he was diving headfirst into his favorite caramel latte.

“Oh God,” I moaned when I felt his tongue lapping and laving my drenched folds in all the right places like he knew exactly what to do. But the more he ate, the slicker my pussy got. The wetness pouring out of me was uncontrollable at this point.

I was gone,a goner,and there was no going back after this.

“You taste likeyou, firecracker, all you,” he said between his licks. “Fuck caramel, this right here is my new favorite snack.”

Oh fuck.

My head was so full of giddy feelings that I didn’t even care. I would happily spread my legs on a platter if he continued to play my pussy with his mouth for the rest of my life.

Like the steady-paced beat of his drums with just the right pressure to make a girl weak boned.

With one more vertical lick along the length of my folds, he rose back to his knees.

My confused half-mooned eyes watched as he dug under the bedsheets and produced something before locking his eyes back with me.

I couldn’t help but lower them to the massive tent building from his black shorts.

“You want this, Sierra?” He gripped the bulge, and my guilty eyes flickered to see him regarding me with a smirk. “Tell me, firecracker, you want this?”

“Ye..yes.”

His smirk deepened. “Only good girls get to have it. Are you a good girl?”

Suddenly, my throat dried, at a loss for an answer.

“Tell me, Sierra.” He drags something cold and unfamiliar along my inner thigh, and I shuddered.

“Yes,” I whispered, aching for his mouth between my legs again.

“Good, but first, I have to give my birthday girl a present.”