Page 33 of Take the Bait
She writhed underneath him, seeking friction and release.
His fingers drew the outline of her panties, nearly trembling.
Get a hold of yourself, Tuck.
The truth was, he hadn’t gotten laid in a long time.Too long.
And this girl was just about to rip him apart at the seams with her sexy fucking panties and irresistible little whimpers.
He tugged her panties down, balling them up and tucking them in his back pocket.
“Your cunt,” he said, drawing a ragged breath as he spread her wide, “is so fucking gorgeous.”
She squirmed underneath him, and he lowered his mouth to her center, drawing his tongue up the line of her pussy lips as slowly as he could.
“Tucker,” Hanna panted.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he said, his mouth pressing against her. “Just tell me to stop if I do something you don’t like.”
“There’s nothing you could do I won’t like,” she whimpered. “No—nobody’s done this to me before.”
He stilled. “Nobody’s had their mouth on this pussy before?”
She slapped her hands over her face and groaned, her embarrassment seeming to war with her overwhelming lust. “No...”
He felt like he was the first man to walk on the fucking moon. “Nobody but me?”
Before she could answer, he licked the length of her pussy, circling her clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Tucker,” she breathed, and he pulled his mouth away, eliciting a frustrated groan from her. “Please, for the love of God,eat me like you promised.”
His cock twitched at her demand.
“Gladly,” he said, pressing his lips against her clit and sucking.
He was a starving man—he just didn’t know he had been starving for Hanna until this fucking moment. God, he was high on her taste—salty and sweet, just like her. Dragging her to theedge of the couch, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and pressed her closer to him.
Would there ever be enough of this? Could there be?
“Tucker,” she cried out.
His name on her lips made his cock grow painfully hard and spurred him to even more action, licking against her clit in a steady rhythm.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Just like that, just like—ahhh.”
He loved how vocal she was while he pleasured her—just as vocal as normal, but with far less concern for how she was being perceived. She just acted… free. Unabashedly vulnerable to him, she told him exactly what she liked.
“God, when you do your tongue like that, I—ahh, Tucker, yes, please, like that,” she sobbed, wriggling underneath him.
He pinned her hips down with his forearms, burying his face even deeper into her as her legs flailed behind him.
“Tucker, I’m going to—I’m going to—don’t stop—-I’m—ahhhhh!”
Her body stiffened, then loosened underneath him with the power of her orgasm, and he felt her clench slightly under the pressure of his mouth. Fuck if that wasn’t the most addicting feeling in the world.
His tongue didn’t stop for the length of her orgasm, not until she was thoroughly spent and laying limp on the couch.
He rested his head against her thigh, satisfied and sated from eating her, ready to go for round two and ignore his raging hard-on.