Chapter 134- Rock N Roll?!
He didn’t speak.
He just watched her — the way her chest rose and fell unevenly, the way her hands trembled slightly where they clutched the sheets, the way her thighs tensed under his grip.
Her pussy was glistening, pink and raw and aching, the folds quivering faintly with each passing second. She looked undone already, eyes wide and lips parted, and he hadn’t even truly touched her yet.
Then, slowly, he leaned in.
His lips brushed over her folds, soft and reverent — not a lick, not yet. Just a press of his mouth. She gasped at the contact, her entire body flinching like she’d been struck by heat.
"Ah—"
She couldn’t help it. Her hips lifted off the bed instinctively, a jolt of pleasure snapping through her.
He smiled against her, the curve of his lips brushing sensitive skin. And then he parted her slowly with his thumbs — revealing everything, every slick, flushed fold, the way her clit peeked out from under its hood, already swollen and twitching with anticipation. She tried to look away, to hide behind her arm, but her body betrayed her.
The moment his tongue slid between her folds — hot, flat, deliberate — her breath caught violently.
"Hnnh—ahh..."
The sound came from somewhere deep in her throat, not even conscious. Her thighs tensed around him, but he kept her open with firm, unhurried hands.
He licked her again. And again. Long, slow drags that made her toes curl. The wet sounds of his tongue against her filled the room, obscene and slick and utterly honest. She couldn’t stop trembling. Every flick of his tongue against her clit made her flinch — not in pain, but in that startled, too-much kind of way.