I couldn’t breathe right.
My thighs were trembling over Luke’s shoulders, his big hands locked around them like he was scared I’d try to close them. As if I ever would. His mouth was on my p***y like he’d been starving for it for years, tongue flat and rough, licking me from entrance to c**t in one long, filthy stroke that made my hips jerk off the bed.
“f**k, Luke,” I sobbed, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. My whole body felt electric, oversensitive from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of me with his fingers. Now his tongue was everywhere: circling my c**t, dipping inside me, sucking my lips into his mouth like he wanted to devour every drop.
He pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against my slick skin. “You taste like you were made for this, Riley. Sweet little cunt, drip
