Untamed (159 page)

God, she smells and tastes so fucking good. I pull my tongue up through her folds, circling around the top of her clit, and she lets out a soft moan, and leans against the bathroom tiles.

It must be cold, but she doesn’t even notice.

“Pierce,” she says, breath ragged. “Wait, we should shower.”

But I ignore her. Shower for what? I love the way she tastes and smells. I could eat this pussy forever.

My cock is already so hard it aches. I wrap my hands around Pen, grab onto her ass, mash her cheeks with my fingers. I want to taste every inch of her body, lick her, bite her, kiss her, make her scream.

In my chest my heart thumps wildly, and I realize I’ve never been so into a girl before. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do her. It’s weird, heady, but God damn if it isn’t the best feeling in the world.

I begin to lick her clit, and she opens her legs wider for me. She gives in. She knows what she wants, and she’s going to let me give it to her. The thought turns me on, makes my cock throb impossibly harder, makes me feel that great big ball of insatiable desire in my gut.

This is her first time with a guy. I know it. I’m going to make it the best fucking first time ever. I’m going to make her feel the best she’s ever had, because that’s what I want, and that’s what she wants.

She’s got her fingers in my hair, and she’s pulling me onto her, and so I lick her like it’s the last pussy I’m ever going to eat. Fuck, I could eat her out every single day of my life. I could listen to her moans of pleasure forever. She’s the hottest thing and she doesn’t even fucking know it. How crazy is that? She could coil me ’round her finger, drive me crazy, and she doesn’t even know it.

I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. It really hammers me, hits me hard, a thump in the gut, and so I eat her out with every inch of my being, for all I’m worth.

I know how to make a girl come, but I’m not going to take her there yet. I’m going to build it slow, pull from her throat those hoarse groans and sharp cries. Her whole body writhes against me, and she’s pushing her hips forward, rubbing my hair, sucking in air every chance she has. She loving every second of it.

I pluck desperate moans and whimpers from her throat. I make her body go tight with longing and anticipation. Her hands can’t stop moving, can’t stop pulling at my hair then pushing me back onto her. She’s on her toes, raising herself, and her knees and thighs are trembling as I gorge myself on her nectar.

I keep my rhythm steady, work her clit with my tongue, pull her higher and higher before I sense that she’s getting too close. Every time I feel her body start to tighten that way, grow more rigid, more desperate, every time I pull her a little closer to that crest, I back her off, and she grins and hums and laughs and cusses.

“Shit, Pierce,” she says, voice scratchy. She grabs my face and angles it up to her. “Stop fucking teasing me, okay?”

I suck on a finger and ring her entrance with it, and her whole body shakes and shudders as I do just that – tease her. I dip the tip of my finger inside, rub her slowly, pull my tongue up her whole sex and ring her clit. I look up at her quickly, see that her eye are closed and that she’s lost in it all.

I rub her front wall, work her clit rhythmically, and I can feel her body getting hotter, feel her writhing against the tiled wall. She’s moaning more and louder, and her hands are gripping at my hair harder.