Page 33 of Beautiful Trauma

“Then yes. I want you to see me.”

I slowly slid the neckline down to expose the two perfect, round globes beneath the fabric. The sight sent my cock pounding against my zipper. “That’s a gorgeous pair of tits.”

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Thank you.”

As soon as I’d pushed the top to her waist, I brought my hand to one of her breasts. I kneaded the flesh between my fingers. “You are so beautiful,” I murmured against her neck.

A gasp escaped Mya’s lips when my thumb flicked back and forth across her nipple. Dipping my head, I blew air against the hardening bud. As Mya whimpered, I licked her nipple. My tongue swished back and forth over the sensitive flesh. Mya’s head lolled back when my mouth closed over the swollen peak.

I suckled it deeply before flicking and swirling my tongue across it. My hand kept stroking her other breast as my tongue worked the nipple in my mouth into a hardened pebble. Another cry of pleasure escaped Mya’s lips. “Mm, you weren’t lying about being vocal.”

Her fingers went to my hair, tugging and grasping at the strands as the pleasure washed over her. After licking a wet trail to her other breast, I claimed the nipple. My fingers feathered across her belly teasingly, causing her hips to buck. After a brief hesitation, I slid them between her legs.

“Mm, Kellan,” Mya panted against my lips as my fingers began to work against her pussy over the fabric. As she rubbed her center against my fingertips, her hips arched involuntarily against my hand.

Dipping my fingers inside her thong, I sought out her swollen clit. At the first stroke, Mya cried out and gripped my shoulders tightly. My thumb continued rubbing as my fingers slid into her wet folds.

With her arousal coating my fingers, I knew I wanted to taste her. When I pulled my hand out of her thong, she mewled in protest. “Easy now.”

Her eyes flared as I sank to my knees in front of her. I jerked the scrap of lace covering Mya’s pussy to the side before dipping my head. After I flattened my tongue against her center, I licked up her soaked seam, causing her to cry out. “Do you like that?” I questioned with my mouth against her pussy.

“Mm, hmm,” she whimpered as she rocked her hips against my mouth.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes, please.”

With a smile, I buried my face completely into Mya’s pussy. Her scent invaded my nose as her arousal coated my cheeks. I then sucked and licked at her labia, alternating between nibbling and biting her tender flesh. “Kellan!” she shrieked.

When my nose pressed into her clit, she thrust her hips up, desperate for more friction. As her chest heaved and she panted, I rubbed the heel of free hand against my aching cock.

“Kellan, please.”

“Please what?”

“I want to come.”

“Do you need it?”

She shuddered. “So bad.”

“Then beg me.”

Her dark eyes popped wide in shock. “B-Beg?”

Instead of replying, I swirled my tongue around her clit in slow, teasing strokes. Her thighs quivered.

“Please make me come, Kellan.”

I stared up at her. “Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

“Oh yes.”

“Then beg me.”

Her teeth scraped against her full bottom lip. “Please tongue fuck me hard and deep.”

“Oh fuck,” I muttered.