Flawless (Chestnut Springs #1) (71)

Summer threads her fingers in my hair as I pull the zipper all the way down. I lean forward and give the slit of her pussy one long, firm lick. Because I can’t be this close to it and not pay it some attention.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she pulls me closer. My chest rumbles as I give her clit a good hard pull with my mouth.

“For a girl who’s never had her pussy eaten, you’ve sure developed a taste.”

She tenses, pushing my head back. “Is it too much?” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me and whispers, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

Grabbing at my shoulders, she tries to pull me up, but I shove two fingers inside her already slick, warm hole. So ready for me. “Summer, stop. It’s never too much. I’m the one who’s developed a taste.”

I lean forward again, on my knees for this girl, and give her another long, firm lick. “There is never too much of this. I’ll eat this pretty pussy all day, every day, if it means I get to watch you squirm around and beg for my cock. I love doing this for you.”

My fingers pump into her languidly as I suck hard at her clit, knowing I can get her close and then pull away to watch her get all flustered and huffy. Desperate.

I love that too.

When she leans on me, I pull away and stand, gripping her skull to plant a firm kiss on her mouth. “You see how fucking good you taste?” I slide my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the dirty moaning sound she makes at the back of her throat.

That’s where I plan to go next.

I step away to get a better view. Sexy, fancy leather chaps, tits heaving, eyes a little glassy.

Fuck.

Yeah, I love this.

“Spin.” I twirl my finger and watch her swallow heavily. “Let me see you.”

Her lips roll together, and her nipples pucker even tighter at my command. I can see the wetness glistening on her bare cunt. If I look too long, though, I’ll just toss her down and go to town.

She slowly turns, and I’m struck by a tightness in my chest. And when I watch the creases beneath that perfect peach-shaped ass as she spins, a painful tightness in my jeans too. Bare ass surrounded by soft leather. Yeah, my perverted mind is racing.

Facing me again, she hits me with a quirk of her lips. “How do I look?”

“Perfect.” My voice is gravel.

“Yeah?” Her head tilts.

I curl a finger at her, urging her to come closer. Her bare feet pad toward me, and I reach for her chin, tipping her fresh face up to mine, heart stuttering in my chest. “Such a pretty fucking princess,” I muse, letting a grin touch my lips. “And do you know where pretty princesses belong, Summer?”

“Where?” Her voice is soft, but thick.

I point to the hardwood floor below me. “On their knees.”

Her eyes widen, but her lips roll together to hide a hungry smile. My girl likes it when I talk to her like this.

“Lose the shirt, Rhett,” is her only response.

I grab the back of my neckline with one hand and tug hard, ripping it off and tossing it away. Her palms trace over my chest, gentle on my shoulders—still so careful with me. She smiles when her fingers tighten on the bulge of my bicep.

It makes my dick twitch. And then her hands are sliding down my torso as she lowers herself to the ground at my feet. And suddenly, she’s rushing, hands fumbling with my fly like she can’t get to my cock fast enough. Like she’s starving. The view from above is fantastic. Dark shiny hair and perky, pointed nipples.

My cock springs up between us when she tugs my boxers down, and she wastes no time wrapping her hands around my girth, licking a flat tongue over the head while tipping her wide eyes up at me.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to blow on your face, Summer.”

She giggles and does it again. “Good. Do it.”

I growl, a deep, feral sound.

But she doesn’t give me a chance. She opens wide and takes me to the back of her throat, humming as she goes.

My head falls back and I close my eyes. “Fuck, Summer.”

She sucks me slow, but firm, hands working the base, head bobbing eagerly.

When I finally get my act together and chance a look down at her, I find her staring up at me with an almost worshipful expression on her face.

I slide a hand over the line of her jaw. “You love this, don’t you?”

She hums and nods, head tilting into my hand a little.

My opposite hand wraps in her thick ponytail. “Touch yourself.”

She blinks but removes one hand, sliding it down between her legs, eyes hooding when she gets there.

“That’s it.” I thrust into her mouth slowly, letting her focus on herself, watching her slide one finger in and pull it back out to swirl at her clit, lids fluttering as she does.

When her eyes close and she moans, I almost explode on the spot. I squeeze her ponytail tighter, holding her head still, and increase the speed of my thrusts into her mouth.

“What a good fucking girl you are. Fucking your fingers while I fuck your throat.”

Her eyes flip up to mine instantly, going wide right as her chest and neck go pink. She looks like a little rodeo doll down in front of me. She cries out around my cock, body shaking as she comes apart beneath me.

And I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to watch. It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer. My hands are under her arms, and I’m picking her up, kicking off my pants, bending her over, pushing her face first onto my bed.