Page 64 of Grasp The Moment

Biting my lip, I look up to the sky and groan. Her lips feel magnetic against me, like this is where they’ve always meant to be. “Can I taste you?”

She pauses, her chest heaving as her eyes search mine, “Only if I can do the same to you.”

Yup.

My brain has definitely short-circuited, and my dick? That motherfucker is harder than Carbon.

“You want… to…?”

She gives me a sheepish smile, running a hand through her hair, “I want to suck your dick while you have your dessert. Are you going to make me wait?”

“No ma-ma’am,” I stutter, watching as she hops down from the kitchen island.

“Good boy.”

I could come in my pants from her words alone.

I stumble behind her, mesmerized as she walks into the bedroom. The sway of her hips, the sight of her bare legs in her frog print pajama shorts—it’s all so tantalizing.

What would happen if I just?—

“Lie down,” she directs, pulling me into the room and pushing me down on the bed.

I watch in shocked silence as she slowly stalks toward me, the way her hips sway—she reminds me of a cheetah on the prowl.

Licking my lips, I lay on my back with my elbows behindme, watching as she dons her pants. Georgia’s eyes remain locked with mine as she carefully slides down her panties, revealing her soft flesh before she grins, raising a brow at me.

“Your pants, sir,” she says jokingly, gesturing her head to my still clothed erection.

“Take them off of me,” I say, meaning for the command to be light like her teasing. Instead, it’s a deep and throaty order, and in an instant, she’s before me, slowly undressing my bottom half.

I don’t know who I’m becoming with this woman. My shy and inexperienced self has been replaced by a dominant persona that I can’t help but embrace in her presence.

“Sit on my face, darlin’.”

Georgia wastes zero time, crawling up the length of my body before sitting herself on her custom-made throne. She moans in appreciation as I swipe my tongue from base to top, groaning into her sweet pussy as she lowers herself down.

The only true word to describe the way that Georgia makes me feel when her warm mouth encases my dick is astronomical. My body is transported through time and space as she licks up the length of my erection, circling her tongue around the tip, and sucks.

I suck her clit, matching her pace as she continues to give me the best blow job of my life.

I kiss the sweet bud between her legs, making sure to pay extra attention to the bundle of sensitive nerves as she gags.

Fuck she feels like heaven—she tastes like my deepest darkest desires.

I need?—

“Derek!” she cries out, her moans sharp and loud as I pump a finger inside, continuing my exploration of her.

Sticking my tongue inside of her, I swirl her clit with my finger and chuckle against her as she screams.The sounds emanating from her are enough to send me to a blissful rest for all eternity.

She pumps my swollen erection before sucking me, and I groan, bucking into her mouth from the feeling.

“Derek, I need…”she whines, grinding against me harder when I nibble the small bud holding her together.

Pulling away from her, my lips make a popping sound. “Tell me what you need, darlin’.”

“I need you to fuck me!” she screams at the top of her lungs, and everything goes still.