Page 13 of Resisting Isaac

It makes my mouth water.

“Kiss me sweetly, cowboy,” she commands. “Until I ask for more.”

I do as I’m told, placing soft gentle kisses across her puffy pouty pussy. I wish like hell I had my hands free tospread and taste her more thoroughly. Before I can voice my desires, she uses her hands to spread herself open for me.

“That’s a good girl,” I mumble, just before letting my tongue tease her sweet pink slit. “Thank you.”

She whimpers again. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you.”

Not yet. But soon.

I wish I could see her facial expressions, but her sounds will have to be my guide. And guide me they do.

I violate every inch of her sensitive flesh until my tongue aches. When she’s close to orgasm, I back down a little. But I keep kissing her inner thighs, her mound, her swollen twitchy clit. When I open-mouth kiss her just above her slit, letting my tongue tease her opening once more, she cries out.

“Fuck,” she whimpers. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“No stopping, got it.”

What motherfucker could ever stop eating this perfect pussy when she clearly enjoys it this immensely? Not this guy.

I flatten my tongue, licking her more firmly now from slit to clit. Up and down, over and over. When I suck her entire pussy into my mouth, she jerks, then leans back on the counter behind her for support.

“Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod,” she cries.

I take that to mean she likes the sucking.

She’s vulnerable right now, edged to the point of coming if I breathe hard on her. So I use that moment to get the truth out of my mystery woman.

“Tell me what you want, dirty girl. Tell me everything you want me to do to you tonight.”

I swirl around her clit, collecting her juices on my tongue just before I plunge it as deep as I can get inside her honeyed opening.

Her body jolts forward, shoving her cunt harder against my face.

“I want you to fuck me. Hard. Everywhere. Make me come, make it hurt. Then make it feel so fucking good. Then make it hurt again. All night long.”

I might have to rethink my policy of one night only.

“Please,” she adds.

Fuck. I might have to marry this woman so I can do this every day for the rest of my life.

Her thighs clench around my head and she’s riding my face like an animal possessed. Her pussy clenches on my tongue and she’s there, but she’s struggling to let go all the way.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let go on my tongue. I need it, baby.”

I stab my tongue inside her once more, focusing on the delicious taste of her instead of freaking the hell out because I have never in my life called a woman baby or any other term of endearment for that matter—unless calling my sister-in-law city girl counts, which it doesn’t because she’s family—when my beautiful mystery woman comes.

Hard.

So fucking hard.

Her orgasm is slow and drawn out, causing her to tense and buck against my tongue, mewling low like an animal in pain. Or in heat.

She’d been needing that for a while then.

I can’t wait to find out what else she needs.