Page 87 of Yolo

I licked and licked, keeping my eyes closed as I did, falling deeply into the spell that was Garrett.

A pulse was pounding between my thighs, letting me know that I was empty and aching.

My hands moved, one going to his muscular thigh, while the other trailed down the length of my body to that ache. My fingers filled my wet pussy easily, three sliding inside—more than I’d ever fingered myself with in my life—and stilled.

I was still too empty.

I needed…

He pulled out of my mouth fast, his abrupt departure making my hands go out in front of me to catch my fall.

My eyes flashed open, almost as if that would help me catch my balance, and I gasped. “Garrett!”

“Sorry,” he growled low in his throat. “I changed my mind. I want you on the bed.”

I started to stand, but he hooked me around the waist and deposited me where he wanted me.

Only, when I started to crawl to him to finish what I’d started, he stilled my movements with a hand on my hips and a “stay.”

I froze on my hands and knees as I felt the bed depress beside me.

His big body laid onto the bed, and before I could wonder what he was doing and why, I was moving. He slung me around like a rag doll, and later I’d reprimand him for his abrupt change of my body’s position.

Except, before I could get too indignant, I found myself on my hands and knees, with my pussy straddling Garrett’s face.

“What…” I started to say, my heart pounding. But before I could get more than that one word out, his tongue swiped at my pussy.

The next words came out gargled, and I struggled to remember what it was that I was doing previously. Everything inside of me was strung tight, waiting for the next step.

His next step was his fingers shoving deep inside of me and me forgetting how to breathe.

He pulled back only far enough to say, “Suck my cock, Bin. You can have all of it. My hands are occupied at the moment.”

He was right. One hand had three fingers stuffed deep inside of me pulsing in and out at perfect rhythm that would have me coming in minutes, and the other was anchoring me to his face when my legs strained to get closer and pull away at the same time.

I fumbled for his cock, finding it standing straight and proud, only inches away from my face.

I pulled it toward me and sucked his cock.

I couldn’t say I was the most graceful at it.

Truly, I’d never sucked a cock before that had so much girth and length to it—he who shall not be named had only enough that it filled my mouth.

Garrett’s, on the other hand…

It was a big one.

Meaty.

So fucking meaty.

I couldn’t even get my hand around it.

Yes, I had small hands.

But Garrett’s cock was a thing of legends.

Both of my hands could fit around it with very little overlap.