“Yes, what?” he taunted, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
My head snapped up and I glared down at him. “Yes, I’m always fucking wet for you. I mean, have you seen yourself?”
“Good girl,” he cooed. “Now was that so hard?”
Sasha spared me from having to give him an answer by lowering his head and straight up diving into my pussy like a man starved.
“Oh. Oh my God!”
The back of my head hit the sunbed with a thud. He sucked my clit into his mouth, which made my back arch and prompted him to wrap his arms around my thighs to hold me in place.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so goddamn sweet, it should be a sin.”
Licking a long strip from my asshole straight to my clit, he lapped up my juices.
I was a writhing, sweaty mess. My hair stuck to my neck, my cheeks burned, and I unashamedly humped his face. But when he peered up at me, his calloused fingers digging into my skin, he was looking at me like I was the best thing he’d ever seen.
Any lingering doubts or feelings of shame disappeared, replaced by the obsession and devotion shining in his eyes as he ate me out as though his life depended on it.
“Shit!” I buried my hands in his hair, not quite sure whether I wanted to hold him in place or push him away. My nails raked over his scalp, and he groaned with delight.
“Why are you so fucking good at this?” I whimpered.
It was a genuine question, given he’d been locked up for most of his adult life. But it was also born of jealousy for the girls who had been lucky enough to experience this gorgeous man’s talented tongue between their legs.
“Because that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Everything between us is gonna feel better than anything else.”
I didn’t miss the deeper meaning behind his words and my chest constricted with emotion. When he sucked on my clit again, the heady mix of emotion, pleasure and lust boiled over. My thighs shook in his grip, my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.
“Sasha!” His name escaped my lips in a breathless gasp as I rode out my high while he lapped up my juices.
“You came so beautifully for me.” Sasha licked his lips, my eyes glued to the movement. “But I’m not done yet.”
“What do you—”
Without hesitation, he slid two thick fingers into me, curving them upwards immediately, and started pumping in and out of my pussy. His tongue returned to work on my clit, flicking it sharply while his hand wreaked havoc on my G-spot.
“Yesss!” I hissed. “Oh my God, yes, Sasha! Right there.”
He hummed with satisfaction when I started grinding against his hand. My second orgasm was approaching rapidly, with stars dancing in my vision as the world around us disappeared into the background.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” He blew on my clit and I moaned. “You gonna come all over my face?”
His fingers pumped faster and faster and my juices gushed all over his hand. When he hit my G-spot again and gently nipped at my clit, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. The pressure building in my core reached its peak.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I babbled. “I’m coming!”
Sasha had to hold me down as I shook and spasmed, my desperate moans eventually turning into needy whimpers. My ears were ringing and my vision was hazy.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Sasha praised.
I rode out the waves until their force had subsided to a gentle lap. When I looked down at him, I was met with a smug smirk on his impossibly handsome face.
His chin glistened with my arousal, and his heated, possessive gaze raked down my body. There was a spark of pride in his eyes as he took in my flushed face and the fact that I couldn’t move, my limbs numb.
“Oh, fuck.” I whimpered.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he lifted himself up to kneel between my legs. Through my half-closed eyes, I watched him open his pants with controlled, measured movements to free his cock.