Page 72 of Rust
“Something like … this,” I teased. My fingertips glided up her smooth leggings, inch by cruel inch, until a balmy heat welcomed me between her thighs. Our tongues tussled, and she opened her legs. She was so wet, her heat spread like warm honey, and a wet spot appeared in the crotch of her leggings.
“You’re soaking wet, Isabelle,” I said as I stroked her.
“God,yes,” she moaned.
I hadto get her out of those leggings. Ineededto lick her, drink her, taste her.
This time, I didn’t hesitate—I banished the thought of Johnny to the back of my mind before he could say another word, and peeled Isabelle’s stretchy leggings off of her.
She laid before me, wearing only a thong. Staggered by perfection, all I could do was sweep my eyes up and down her.
“Wow,” I said, a dry knot wrenching at my throat.
“Look what you did to me.” She hopped up on all fours again, arched her back, and thrust her round ass out. A montage of giant handprints covered her bottom, one on top of another, seared red into her flesh.
“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” I ran my palm over her taut-as-a-drum ass cheek to comfort her. “That looks awfully painful.”
But I liked seeing it. It made me feel like I’d branded her. Like her tight little ass belonged to me, golden peachfuzz and all. The thought made my cock throb.
“Itwaspainful. But I bet you can make it feel a lot better,” she teased, entrancing me with her wiggling booty.
“Yeah? Want me to kiss it?”
“Mm-hm. Please.”
“Let’s get rid of this first.” I yanked her thong off her bottom, leaving it caught between her knees. “You really do have a perfect ass, you know that?”
She giggled. “Thank you. I work hard for it.”
“I can tell,” I said as I knelt down and laid a feather-soft kiss on one cheek. Her tiny, fuzzy blonde hairs felt so soft andrightagainst my lips.
“Don’t forget the other side,” she said.
“Trust me, I won’t.”
I planted a trail of gentle kisses over to the other cheek. Slowly, surely, I followed the bottom curve of her ass inward. Isabelle’s breath deepened as my lips moved closer to the cleft between her cheeks. The source of heat between her legs smoldered hotter and wetter as I neared.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her thighs opening wider for me.
Her scent hijacked my senses—she smelled sweet like strawberries with a naughty touch of spice. I couldn’twaitto taste her on my tongue.
“You smell so fucking good,” I growled.
Drunk on lust, I gripped two handfuls of her ass and spread her open. She had the cutest, pinkest pussy I’d ever seen. Her puffy mound looked so snug, I knewit’d be an awfully tight fit inside her. Even her butthole was cute as hell—a peachy, pristine little ring. But I could tell she was embarrassed to be so bare; she squeezed her ass tightly shut as if she didn’t want me to see it.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I whispered. “You’re perfect, Isabelle. And I want all of you. I want to taste you.”
“Well … okay,” she said.
Reassured, she relaxed. I buried my face between her cheeks and ran my tongue along her moist slit. Her silky folds were scorching hot and smooth.
Isabelle sighed. “Oh, yeah. That feels so good.”
She tasted like she smelled, like sweet fruit and perfectly ripe, but with an insanely intoxicating erotic musk. The taste of her drove me wild, and I ravenously licked and sucked until her moans grew louder and her sticky juices coated my chin.
“Oh my God … Rust …” Isabelle buried her face in the couch, her voice muffled in the cushions. “You’re so good at eating pussy.”
“You taste so good, I could do this all day,” I told her.