Page 78 of Beautiful Crazy
“C’mere,” he husks before sealing his mouth to mine again, hands squeezing my hips as he hoists me up onto the counter. It’s cold beneath my bare ass, but I barely even notice because his hands on my body warm me up like nothing else. Pressing my thighs apart, he steps between them, tongue licking into my mouth.
Fuck, I need him.
Ripping his lips from mine, he grabs some of the jam, and with a smirk tugged on his lips, he coats my nipples with the now cool strawberry mess. “Perfect,” he breathes, dipping his head down and sucking one of them into his mouth, licking it clean before moving to the next. Pleasuresoars through my body, my pussy clenching and practically dripping for him already.
Once he’s finished, Everett takes a step back, hands rested on the tops of my thighs, his touch electric, as his gaze shamelessly drinks me in. My chest heaves, nipples hard, and I know he can see how wet I already am with just one look.
“God, I can’t get enough of you,” he says under his breath, almost as if he meant it only for himself. “Spread your legs wider for me, mama. Let me get a taste of that sweet cunt of yours now.”
A shiver rolls through me as I do just that, palms flat on the counter behind me as I’m splayed wide open on display for him.
Using his thumbs, he parts my lips, running the flat of his tongue from bottom to top, groaning against my wet flesh like it’s the best damn thing he’s tasted all day. It’s only been a week since we’ve been together, yet I’m practically trembling with need. Next, with his index and middle fingers, he spreads my arousal up and around my clit lazily, making my toes curl. He peers up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes darkened to nearly black as he leans down and replaces his fingers with his lips, sealing around the hardened bud and sucking as he inserts the digits into my pussy, my walls clamping down around him at the unexpected, but welcomed, intrusion.
Everett curls his fingers up as he fucks me with them, grazing that sweet spot inside of me that, paired with the suction on my clit, has my eyes rolling back.
“Uh-uh, eyes on me, mama,” he growls against my pussy as his fingers work harder inside of me, massaging andcaressing the button in a way I’ve never felt before. “I want you to drench my face, you hear me?”
His fingers are like magic inside of me, the right amount of pressure and roughness, and then when he leans back down and adds his tongue to the mix again, I swear I almost see god. Alternating between sucking and licking, he works my clit like it’s his birthright. My legs tremble, attempting to close around Everett’s head, as pressure builds low in my belly. Heat spreads throughout my entire body, and my head feels like it’s in the clouds.
“Oh, fuck, Everett,” I gasp, my muscles tightening. “Oh my god, yes! Don’t stop!”
Groaning against my pussy, the vibrations move through me, only adding to the pleasure building to an almost impossible level, his fingers and his tongue never letting up, even as it feels like it’s too much.
My jaw goes slack as I watch him inch me closer and closer to the ledge until I can’t take it anymore. It starts low in my spine, a buzzing, pulsing, aching type of heat that bursts down my legs and up my abdomen, all through my arms to the tips of my fingers. The corners of my vision darken as the pleasure takes control. Warmth floods my system as he never lets up, my release gushing out of me in a way I’ve never experienced before. It just keeps coming, wave after wave crashing into me while he laps every last drop up.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. “What was that?”
“That was you squirting all over my tongue like the good fucking girl you are,” Everett rasps against my core as he drags his tongue along my slit one more time, making me shiver.
My body feels wrung out and boneless by the time it stops. Everett watches me as he sucks me off of his fingers before pressing a tender, gentle kiss on the inside of my thigh. Emotion suddenly takes ahold of me, and I can’t help but sit up, wrap a hand around the back of his neck, and crash my lips against his, tasting my release all over his tongue.
Lifting me off the counter, my legs wrap around his waist as he walks us to my bedroom, never taking his lips off of mine the entire way there. Practically tossing me onto the bed, his hungry eyes roam over every inch of me before he crawls on the bed, boxing me in as his lips find mine once more. This kiss is drenched in need and desire. It’s messy and filthy, and he licks into my mouth like he can’t get deep enough.
Despite having orgasmed not even five minutes ago, my body is already vibrating for him, and as he pulls back, removing the apron swiftly, I can’t help but drink in the sexy, handsome man in front of me. The lust-drunk way he watches me, his wide chest peppered with the faintest smattering of dark hair that matches the trimmed dark patch at the base of his fat, veiny, impressive, and already rock-hard cock.
“I could get used to having you look at me like that,” he murmurs, the left side of his mouth kicked up into a smirk that hits me right in the stomach.
“Yeah, well, I could get used to you making me come like you just did.”
I’ve never felt pleasure as intense as what he just did to me. Never felt my release pour out of me like that.
Everett strokes a hand up the inside of my thigh,stopping short of where I’m already aching for him to be again as his eyes flick up to meet mine. “Where are your toys?” he asks.
My heart slams against my chest. “What?”
“You heard me, mama. Where do you keep your toys?” Nodding his chin toward the nightstand beside my bed, he asks, “In there?”
I nod, frozen in place as I watch Everett lean over my body and pull open the drawer, taking out things I’ve never shown anybody before.
“You’ve got quite the collection in here.” He tosses me a flirty grin that makes my nipples hard all over again. My cheeks heat as he pulls out not only my rose vibrator, but also the sparkly dildo, and a bottle of lube, setting them on the bed beside me before shutting the drawer.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, but I can’t deny the thrill shooting through my bloodstream as I can only imagine what he has in store for us.
“Remember that fantasy you told me about?” he asks, cocking a brow at me as my pulse goes haywire. Biting down on my bottom lip, I nod, apparently unable to use my words at the moment. “Well, I’m about to make your dreams come true, mama.”
Oh, fuck.I swear I could come again just from that one sentence.
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