“You’re a fucking wet mess and I love it,” he said, then he spread her legs and dived in, lapping her up, licking, tasting and kissing her like a hungry man, like it would be the last time he’d taste her in his life.

Instantly, she gripped his hair and arched into him. “You better not stop now, Jack Sullivan,” she said on a moan. “I mean it.”

She arched and writhed into him, rocking into his face, grabbing his hair, moaning and groaning and panting with every touch. His dick throbbed in his pants, and his own want thundered through him forcefully, like a hurricane. My God, she was divine. She was the embodiment of passion, the manifestation of pure sensuality. Never had a woman taken such fierce ownership of her own sexuality in front of him before, and it allured him like nothing ever had. Everything about her was an elixir, from the delicious taste of her, sexy and musky, to the sounds she made, to her sharp nails digging into his skull. She curled her hands around his head, grasping him, so there was no room between his face and her pussy. He didn’t need any room. He wanted to bury his face in her. He didn’t even need to use hands or fingers or a toy because seconds after he’d started, her hips were shooting off the couch, her hands gripping the edge of the furniture, and she was bucking into his face.

“I’m coming so fucking hard,” she screamed, as he licked her mercilessly, not stopping, not wanting to, as her orgasm flooded his tongue and he tasted her heat. He gripped her ass, pulling her even tighter as he kissed her until she wriggled, so sensitive from the orgasm ebbing away.

When he looked up, her hand was flung over her face, her chest rising and falling heavily, and her dress was twisted in a bunch at her belly.

“I’m not done eating you,” he said, as he rose, reaching for her dress, tugging it over her head, revealing the peach bra he’d bought for her. The material was nearly see-through. Her nipples were hard diamond points pushing against the fabric. Reaching behind her back, he unhooked the bra, letting it fall to the couch. She was naked now, except for those shoes. Those black pumps that made her look like pure sex. As he stripped she stood, rising up only to push him down on his back once he was naked. Then she turned around and straddled his face.

His whole body groaned with need for her. He held her perfect ass in his hands, running his fingers along her cheeks as she ground her pussy into his face. He could barely breathe and he savored it, the feel of her rocking into him once more as she went to town on his cock. She didn’t tease, she didn’t toy, she took him all the way in and lavished her tongue all over him, as heat scorched a path through his chest. All the blood rushed to his cock, thick in her mouth. She rode his face, and he drove into her mouth, and they were nothing but animals now. Powered only by the need to get off, the need to please and be pleased, to fuck and to come, to have it rough and hard and fast. She drew him in deeper, the head of his dick hitting the base of her throat, and a blast of heat roared through his veins. He could feel his body hit that point, like an engine turning over. Soon, he’d be seconds away from the point of no return.