Page 115 of The Draft

Kissing the skin just above her slit, I slipped my hands under her thighs until my arms were hooked around them, then I pushed up, so she was forced to place her feet on the bed and have herself completely open to me.

I couldn’t deny how much I loved seeing her like this. Quivering and wet as she eagerly waited for me to touch her. I was more than ready to skate my tongue across her slit, but I wanted to fulfill her request first.

Moving back, I tapped her thighs and said, “Lift up.” She did as I said, raising her hips into a bridge position, and I tucked the foam roller under the small of her back before instructing her to rest on it.

Perfect.

With her bottom half shifted and her legs wide open, I had a much better angle to make her scream while I ate her out.

Wrapping my arms back around her legs, I kissed her inner thighs one side at a time, ignoring the way her body was bucking just to get me to pay attention to her center.

“Dash, please,” Madison whined, and I looked up at her, grinning.

“Good things come to those who wait.”

Then I shocked her by swiping my tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way to the top. When I got there, I feasted on her clit as though I hadn’t eaten in years, flicking it so she was lashing at the pillows.

She couldn’t decide whether she wanted to get away from me or if she wanted me to keep going. Thankfully, with my firm grip on her thighs, she didn’t have a choice. I was in control, and that was just the way I liked it.

“Dash,” she drawled out as her hands threaded through my hair and her feet started to slip. I kept on with my assault, licking and eating her until she was vibrating with pleasure. It wouldn’t be long until she came, I knew that much.

My fingers very slowly caressed her thighs as my tongue continued lapping at her center. Her nails dug into my scalp and pushed down until I was fucking her with my tongue. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to delay the pleasure, so I pushed myself back up and lapped at her clit one more time.

That was all it took.

Her feet were almost off the bed at this point, and I couldn’t see her face because her back was arched so high, but when she came, I was happy no one else was in the dorm but us tonight. Apparently,she was a screamer. With her legs shaking, I held my tongue in place, letting her ride out her orgasm.

Her chest was heaving, and she looked exhausted as she wiped her brow. “What are you doing to me?”

I didn’t give her an answer. I just took another condom from my bedside drawer, rolled it on, and held her legs wide open. On my knees, I looked down at her beautiful body and pushed inside her slowly.

“Dash.”

She drew in a breath, and I stayed inside her, enjoying the moment before taking both of her ankles and placing her feet on my chest. Then I started moving, hoping the foam roller underneath would help with the motion. I thrust into her a few times before I noticed Madison was wincing and stopped.

“Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

Her face softened as she gave me an uneasy smile. “No. It’s not that. It’s, uh, the foam roller.” She pointed to the bed. “It’s just digging into my back, that’s all.”

I nodded, immediately knowing how to help that out. “Be a good girl and roll over.” She paused in surprise, but I didn’t stop looking at her until she did as I asked. Madison’s ass was a beautiful sight. It was an even better one when my fingerprints were on it. Grappling with her hips, I pulled her ass up in the air so I could move the foam roller into position. Unfortunately, I got distracted by her wet pussy. She just looked so…tasty. So why wouldn’t I go for another round?

With my hands still resting on both sides of her ass, I parted her lips and dipped down. She squealed when she felt the unexpected intrusion of my tongue but didn’t back away. Good, because I wasn’t going to stop until I felt her squeezing myfingers and crying out in pleasure again.

Madison groaned, dropping her head to the pillow and breathing heavily. When I pushed my finger inside her, I curled it, waiting until I heard that little mewl coming from her. “Do you like when my fingers are inside you?”

“Mhmm.” I stopped moving, and that was when she looked over her shoulder at me, exhausted.

“I need more of an answer than that,” I said, still teasing her G-spot with my finger, watching how she was affected by it.

“I-I like it.” Her face was red, and she was clenching around my fingers, which only made me want another taste.

“What do you like?”

With her eyes closed, she bit her bottom lip and said, “I like it when you finger fuck me from behind.”

“Good girl.”

She turned her head, so her face was smashing into the pillow, and I added another finger, loving how tight she felt. “I don’t think I can come again, Dash.”