Page 63 of We The Depraved

“I wanted to, but I don’t wanna talk about the judge,” my fingers slid down low and find her sweet spot. “This is about us, Kitten.”

She’s sticky, and I swirl at her opening and bring my fingers up to taste her.

“My Kitten’s cream,” I murmur and lick my fingers clean.

Sage lets out a giggle. “Lick me clean, then husband.”

Fuck,

I never want her to call me anything but that ever again.

My mouth is on her then, doing as she asked. My hard dick wants to do nothing but bury itself in her over and over again.

She moans above me and I love it.

“Does it feel good, Kitten?” I ask in between the licking.

“Yes,” she admits, and I can see the sheets are bawled up in her hands. “So fucking good.”

I eat her pussy for nearly fifteen minutes and get her to come once. I want to make her come even more but she decides it’s my turn.

Her curls have dried a little more and she’s started to sport an Afro. “I like this.”

My fingers reach out to touch her curls.

“Aht!”

She smacks my hands away. “I already forgot a scarf in the car, don’t touch the hair.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say curious about her hair and the scarf now.

A hiss escapes from me; I can’t help it. Sage’s warm mouth swirls around the tip of my dick and I’m lost in a sea of pleasure.

“You made, me come,” I looked down at her, as she whispers.

Very slowly, I watch saliva drip from her mouth and onto my wet and waiting dick. I’m straining for more of her warm mouth, I’ve gone from pink flesh to purple. Sage has made me putty in her fucking hands.

“I did,” I say.

“So, I think I’m going to return the favor…”

Before she can finish her sentence, I’m feeling her tug on my flesh. It’s my turn to ball the sheets up in my hands as I throw my head back in ecstasy. She alternates between pulling me to ecstasy and then kissing and flicking at the tip.

“Husband…” She whispers and that shit has me so turned on I’m ready to bust like a seventeen year old.

“Kitten, your killing me,” I tell her.

“After we met,” she says quietly.

Her other hand moves south, not quite to my asshole but close. Even if she dares to go there, I don’t think I have the strength to stop her.

I manage to say, “Yeah?”

“When you saw me dripping wet from the pool that day, what did you go home and do?”

A chuckle rumbles out of my chest.

Her in that fucking strawberry bathing suit had never been far from my mind.