Page 69 of The Crowned Garza

“Oh—Oh—Ohmygod!”

The act is so gentle butsoconfident and intentional andexactthat I have to curl my toes tightly and grip fistfuls of the sheets to avoid coming right away and embarrassing myself.How long I’ve yearned for this. Dreamed of this. Just the reality of it happening makes me want to give in to the orgasm that’s pounding at the door, begging to be released.

In no rush, as if he’s got nothing to prove, Saint licks, laves, and savors me. Slow, measured, and deliberate. No misses, no idle swipes. As if he’s utterly familiar with every inch of my pussy and every sensitive nerve in my clit. All in a way that… I’m just not used to. And instead of chasing the feeling as I usually do, I’m forced todwellin it, tofeelevery tiny prick of pleasure in every crevice of my body.

Maddening.

Absolutely maddening.

How do I handle all I’m feeling right now? What do I do with it?

Driven to the brink of insanity from pure, unadulterated, intensified pleasure, random words begin tumbling out of my mouth like an overturned bucket of odd-shaped pebbles. “Awghad, I love the way you eat me, baby. How good is this mouth? Fuckfuck. What’re you even doing with your tongue? I’m jealous, I’m jealous! See how wet I am? See how swollen I am for you? Never…never felt it like this. My pussy loves your mouth…suck it, suck me. Eat—sogoodohgod…”

With each word that tumbles out of me, my face grows hot with embarrassment. But I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m not a dirty talker. I’m a moderate moaner. I’ve never said ridiculous stuff like this before. But I’m feeling too damn much right now and my mouth seems to be the only outlet to temper the intensity.

While I’m burning with mortification, Saint appears to love my filthy word soup because he sinks his fingers into my thighs with a growl and pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed until my ass is half off the mattress and my legs have nowhere to go but over his shoulders. His tongue plunges inside me, fucking me, swiping up at sporadic intervals to lick and suck my clit.

“Ahhhyes, baby. Suck this fucking pussy. I didn’t know it could be like this. Eat out my pussy like the bad fuckingbossthat you are. I wanna fight everyone who’s been here before me. Fuckfuck. Make me come all over your pretty face...”

Oh, dear cruel gods of Shamedom. Please, make it stop!

My hands are too busy gripping the sheets to cover my face in shame. I’m trying so hard to stave off my impatient orgasm, wanting to keep this feeling going forever, while also hating the filthy words that keep spilling out of my mouth.I’ll need to say fifty Hail Marys after this.

Eventually, my orgasm wins the battle. Busting in and disarming me, locking my joints and blinding me with stars and darkness, ripping a hoarse cry out of me.

Holy shit. Holy freaking shit.Nothing’s ever felt this good before.

I knew.I knewit would be good with him. I freaking knew it.

Santo Luciani was made for me.

When nirvana boots me back to earth and my muscles relax, I open my eyes and find he’s back to standing. Eyes like liquid fire. Towel tented. “That’s some mouth you have.”

Heat permeates my neck, but I fight the urge to bury my head under the nearest pillow. Instead, I sit up and run my tongue along my bottom lip. “That’s some mouthyou’vegot.” I lower my gaze to the protruding hardness behind the towel. “Are you as good withthisas you are with your mouth?”

He bites one corner of his bottom lip and contemplates me.

It’s making me anxious because I’m getting the vibe he doesn’t plan on going all in. And I’m tired of him teasing me. I want himinsideme, goddammit.

When I tug at the towel until it loosens, he doesn’t stop me. Another tug and it falls to the ground.

And…holy cockgasm.

No, I haven’t seen many of them up close and personal, but I do watch porn. And this right here is not a penis. Not a dick. But acock. The cockiest of cocks. Top tier pleasure pole.

But what else did I expect? Long arms, long legs, long fingers…Of coursehe’d have a tool on par.Long, thick, hard, and rippled with blood-swollen veins. Two-toned—the lower half his natural olive complexion, the upper half zero-melanin pale.

It’s a gorgeous cock. A bit scary, the size. But impressive nonetheless.

I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its weight, its girth, its strength. Mesmerized, I apply pressure around the head before gliding down his length and back up. Again and again… Increasing pace and pressure little by little. Up and down.

He’s so unnervingly controlled as he watches me, so penetratingly that I’m starting to feel self-conscious.

I’ve gained a lot of confidence from all my romps with Will, learneda lotfrom him. So IthinkI know what I’m doing here…? Or maybe—

A deep groan rumbles from his chest and his nostrils flare as he pries himself from my grasp.

Ouch. Seems I still have a lot to learn.