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Sweet, tart, full of womanly promise and rich flavor; she’s like my perfect meal. I’ve had one single taste and can already see how I could get addicted. I could live on my knees in front of this woman and never want to come up for air.

Ignoring that thought, I bend my mind to my task. I might have had my pleasure, but Olivia is still desperate for release. A state I’ve brought her to.

I thought I could do it, but I can’t leave her like this.

She cries out as I run my tongue along her labia, up to tease at her clit with a light touch. Another swipe of my tongue on the other side, and she’s practically vibrating with need.

Another day I could draw this out. I could make her suffer while she waits for me to give her what she wants. I could make her beg me.

Today she’s had it rough. She’s hurting and needy, already at breaking point.

Today is not that day.

It’s probably a bad sign that I’m already thinking about the next time even before this time is over.

I ignore that too, planting my mouth over her most sensitive place and suckling until her hips buck and she squeezes her thighs around my ears.

She gasps as I draw on her a little harder. Moans when I use my teeth. By the time I’ve worked out what she likes,she’s writhing on the sofa, head thrashing from one side to the other. Her eyes are squeezed shut while I play with her, hands clutching the sofa cushion as her back bows, pushing her cunt into my hungry mouth.

Not much longer now.

Using the flat of my tongue, I press right over her clit, firm and commanding, giving no quarter.

Olivia gasps.

Using suction and pressure, I work her hard. I cup her ass and keep her right where I want her. I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as I thrust inside her, curling them to hit the spongy surface of her upper wall. I just keep right on going.

“Oh my god!” She lifts her head, clawing at the sofa as if she’s trying to get away. I’m worried she’s going to tell me to stop. Of course I would, though I don’t want to.

I press that secret place inside her, and with a final cry she shudders and bursts all over my face. Sweet liquid coats my lips and drips down my chin. I slow my frantic movements and drink it in.

Delicious.

Wet.

I barely register the shift until glowing tentacles are creeping up her legs, eager to savor the flavor better than I can with my mouth alone.

Olivia’s mouth drops open and she stares.

I’d stop and pull back, but there’s no taming my questing tentacles right now. I’d be worried about scaring her, but the look she’s giving me is anything but scared. Awed, slightly embarrassed. I’ve seen this expression enough times to know a woman who didn’t know she could squirt until now.

“Did I just—?”

I nod, giving her pussy one final kiss before I lift my head. “Your first?”

Her laughter is breathless, and my cock, which was already growing hard again, stiffens fully at the sound of that laughter. “Oh my god.”

Her head flops back onto the sofa.

“Next time you’ll know what to do, won’t you? And you won’t fight it.”

“Oh my god,” she says again weakly.

Listen to me. Next time? I nearly invited her back again tomorrow. Time to wrap things up here.

ELEVEN

Olivia