His Call Read Free

Later. Right now, I can smell the wetness drenching what she calls panties, and it’s calling to me.
    My lips travel down her stomach to the curve of her hip and the turquoise string resting on it. There’s nothing to these panties —fucking nothing at all—and I relish this. She picked these for me. She picked them because she knew I’d like the skimpy material that barely covers any of her.
    I brush my finger across the material covering the mound above her folds and hook the tip beneath it.
    “I like these. I hope you asked her for more than one pair.”
    I run my finger across the side and tug hard. The material frays then rips, falling away from her body and exposing the most intimate part of her to me the way it should be.
    “Nope. Just that one.”
    “Order m ore.” I lightly blow on her mound, smiling at the shiver that runs through her body at the sensation. She pushes her hips forward in a silent beg for my mouth against her ready flesh.
    I slowly run my hands across her thighs, savoring the silky feel of her skin beneath my palms, and hook her legs over my shoulders just like I once promised I would. I never break a fucking promise, especially not where Dayton and her pussy are concerned.
    “Please,” she whimpers, hooking her ankles behind my back.
    I squeeze her tight ass, moving my mouth infinitesimally closer to her. “Are you begging?”
    “No.”
    I run my nose along her thigh, pausing just before I reach the spot she’s dying for me to touch her at.
    “Are you begging?” I ask again, a hardness in my voice that demands a real answer.
    “Yes,” she gasps. “I’m fucking begging you!”
    I stretch my tongue out and slowly run it across her slit, from her ass to the tip of her clit. I find her ready channel and flick my tongue inside it, her juices covering my tongue as I do. She tastes…
    “Fuck,” I moan, running my tongue along her again. I forgot this, this fucking incredible feeling of her against my mouth. “You taste amazing.”
    Her answering cry is music to my ears. I push her legs open even farther and continue my exploration of her pussy. She clenches her muscles beneath my fingertips and pushes her hips into my face. Small moans and cries fall repeatedly from between her lips, and I glance up.
    Her eyes are closed, her lips parted. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, and I can feel how close to the edge she is. I want to take her there. I want her to fall apart on my tongue.
    “Dayton,” I growl as I touch my thumb to her clit.
    It has the desired effect as she explodes into my mouth and tugs on my hair and cries out loudly. I flex my tongue against her until she’s calm, but her body is still quivering with the aftereffects of her orgasm when I lower her legs to my waist and stand.
    Cupping her ass with my hand, I reach between us and position the end of my cock against her wet opening. The urge to slide inside her right now, to bury myself right to the hilt and feel her warmth around me is so strong. Instead, I hold back, teasing both of us with the gentle rubbing of my head against her.
    “For the love of God, Aaron,” Dayton breathes out, “just fuck me already!”
    “You asked for it,” I say as I close my lips over hers and push inside her with ease.
    Her pussy walls clench around me , and it’s like fucking heaven being inside her. Everything I remember and so, so much fucking more.
    I push into her a second time and her pleasured shudder undoes me. I cup the back of her head, tilt her hips, and thrust into her harder and faster. Sweat covers our skin, and Dayton tightens her grip on my waist, allowing me to push even deeper inside her.
    She reaches her fingers into my hair and grips hard, dropping her forehead to my shoulder. Every clench of her pussy brings me closer to the edge. Her high moans are my kryptonite, tightening my grasp on her body and deepening my thrusts inside her.
    And I can feel it, the moment she holds back. The sharp intake of breath is too