Page 59 of Texting the Possessive CEO
Soon, she’s naked on her lower half. Her legs fall open, her pink pussy already wet for me. A film of wetness clings to her, popping as her legs fall the rest of the way open.
“You asked what I missed?” I growl, kneeling and kissing up her leg. “I missed how hot and wet you get. I missed the scent of your pussy, Songbird, the fuckingneedI can smell it in. And your taste…”
I bury my face in her heat, opening my mouth wide, upper lip pushed against her clit while my lower lip and tongue greedily lap at her. She squeezes handfuls of the sheets.
I move my hand to her clit, rubbing gently at first, then faster. I make my tongue hard so that I can fuck her with it. Her gasps take on a new quality when I shift my mouth back and forth, making her sing as her sleeve pulses around my tongue.
Her taste engulfs me, filling me up. Reaching down, I stroke my aching length over the top of my pants.
“Nah-no,” she whimpers. “That’s for me.”
“Fucking hell, Izzy.”
“You like it when I’m like this?”
“I like you when you’re like anything,” I groan.
I slide my hands around to her ass, greedily squeezing and massaging. Then I lose control on her pussy. Almost a week apart has me starving. I haven’t touched myself once, and now everything in me is burning, aching, starving.
I fuck her tight heat with my tongue, then suck on her clit like I own it. She twists and turns against me, giving me new anglesto feel her perfect, round ass. I love howmuchthere is of her, always more womanly curves to indulge in.
She traps my head between her thick thighs when she’s close to the edge. From the way she’s racing toward an explosion, I know she hasn’t touched herself either. I know she’s been waiting as impatiently as I have.
I drink her juices like it’s my goddamn life force when she creams into my mouth and over my tongue. I spread them all over her sex, licking her clit and her lips and fucking her hole again. She lets her thighs fall away, gasping.
I move up her body and grab her shirt, pulling it up. I love the way she raises her arms immediately to help me, another sign she’s been aching for this as hungrily as I have.
When her beautiful, bountiful breasts spill free, I push them together and alternate between sucking her nipples. She runs her fingers through my hair, whimpering like she’s going to have another orgasm from me sucking her needy nipples alone.
I lean back, grabbing my belt and pulling it loose with one hand. She reaches between our bodies and helps me, fumbling with my button, giggling when she finally gets it. I look into her face, the pure elation in her eyes.
Outside, the world is going crazy. But in here, it’s just us, just our song.
“What are you thinking?” She murmurs, slipping her hand into my pants and wrapping her warm fingers around my shaft.
“That this… is our… song.”
That gets another moan out of her. I wriggle out of my pants and underwear just enough for my cock to spring free. She guidesmy tip to her entrance, looking up at me with an expression I wish I could save for the rest of my life. Lust and affection and forgiveness and apology and understanding all in one.
I push all the way inside her in one fluid thrust.
Fuck.
The way her hot tunnel grips me…
I hold myself inside her, then lean down to kiss her. I stop when I realize that’ll mean she’s tasting herself.
She reads this without me needing to say anything, reads me like a text, then says, “I really don’t care.” She kisses me passionately, pressing onto my face with both of her hands, as I slowly slide out and then push back in.
Her pussy clings to me tightly, pulsing every time I slide out like she’s trying to pull me back in. We can’t stop kissing each other, passion burning red hot between us. Our tongues fan the flames of the connection.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“It’s okay,” she whimpers.
I lean back, staring down in awe at her. Her flushed cheeks and her tits red from my hands and mouth. The sexiest sight is my cock disappearing into her tight, soaked slit. Her juices have spread all over my shaft, and there’s a thick blob of white cream, like her body is giving me everything it possibly can.
“You—know—the—rules,” I snarl, as come gathers in my balls.
