Page 54 of Deadly Lust

“Make me,” I challenged.

He unclipped my garter from my stockings and removed my thong. As he pressed his hand between my legs to spread them wide, he lowered his head between my thighs and licked my pussy.

“Oh, Grant!”

His hand was still working my nipples, and his tongue felt like heaven. When he pressed his fingers deep inside me, I thought I was going to explode, but he pulled back, forcing the heat within me to simmer.

“Look at me, baby.”

His thumb rubbed my clit as he gave me a long lap with his tongue and pleasure pulsed through me.

But he wasn’t done.

He pressed his finger inside me again, slowly penetrating as he sucked on my clit. My thighs squeezed around his face as I came undone.

I was still breathless as he licked up my body again to my nipples. He lifted me and carried me to the sofa, where he lowered me on top of him.

It was too soon—I didn’t think I could possibly come again but the urge grew as I rode him, his mouth sucking on my breasts. My head fell back in pleasure, and I took a moment to acknowledge the incredible beauty of our lovemaking. Grant was my first lover, my only lover, and my last lover.

Grant worked my hips, and I could feel his huge cock pressing against my G-spot. My hunger for him, for this pleasure, built until I was desperate to come again, come with him. My body tensed, and I was right on the edge, and Grant angled me and kissed me as we came together.

Our bodies remained intertwined for blissful minutes until he finally lifted me off of him. We climbed on the bed and he kissed me on the head, whispering, “You are my everything,” before we fell into a sated sleep.