“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot on my slick skin.

“I’m gonna make you squirt all over my face.” His fingers still thrust deep, scissoring inside me, stretching me open wider.

His thumb found my clit, rubbing messy circles over it.

He watched my face, his eyes dark with lust, seeing how close I was.

My hips bucked wildly now, chasing that release.

My hand in his hair pulled him back down because I couldn’t stand the loss of his mouth for even a second.

“Suck it harder, Frank,” I cried out, my whole body trembling.

“Please make me cum,...