King's Pleasure

He reached up and parted her brown lips and was rewarded with the husky-sweet scent of her pussy. He could honestly say that if he died there tonight, he would be a very happy man. Lifting his head just as she widened her knees, Jeremy glided his tongue down the side of her soft, honeyed clit.

Baby Girl threw her head back and released a whining moan toward the ceiling. His second stroke made her knees and thighs tremble. From there, Jeremy pressed his face even closer while his tongue went deep.

Jeremy was pretty sure the words flowing from Baby Girl’s mouth were nothing but half-baked vowels and stuttering consonants. Encouraged by her reaction, he slid his hands around the corners of her thighs and took hold of her ample ass. Once he had a good grip on her, he feasted like a starved man.

Baby Girl dripped so much honey that it covered his fingers, so he used it as a lubricant and started stroking himself. Call him crazy, but one second he could’ve sworn that her body was a giant honeycomb and in the next, she was a field of strawberries.

Finally her free-flowing sound cohered long enough to call on God but soon dissolved into sigh and moans. Then she was as clear as a bell. “I—I—I’m coming.”

Instead of speeding up or intensifying his strokes, Jeremy slowed down…waaaay down. Baby Girl pressed her bottom down in silent urging. When that didn’t work, she started grinding her hips in an attempt to just use his tongue as a prop for her to find her own release.

Amused, Jeremy smiled, turned his head and absently peppered kisses along her inner thigh.