CHAPTER 17
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ANNA’S POV
His grip on my thighs was tight, possessive, like he wasn’t just holding me open but holding me still, keeping me exactly where he wanted me, and then he dove in, burying his face between my legs like he couldn’t fucking breathe without tasting me, his tongue immediately finding my clit and sucking it into his mouth with this messy
wet hunger that mode my entire body jerk off the bed, making me grab his head without thinking, fingers twisting into his hair as I cried out, loud, unfiltered, because it felt too damn good to pretend to be quiet.
“F–Fuck, Ryan-“I moaned, my voice breaking, and he groaned in response like my voice alone turned him on, like hearing me fall apart was the only thing he wanted tonight, and his tongue moved lower, licking through my slit with these slow, deep strokes before he pushed it inside, curling it up and thrusting it again, again, again, like he was fucking me with his mouth, and my hips kept trying to lift off the bed but he pressed me down harder, shaking his head as if he needed me to stay still, needed me right there so he could eat me properly.
My hands didn’t know where to go anymore, I went from pulling his head closer, to clowing at the sheets, then back to his head, then to his shoulders, my nails dragging down his back as I arched up and moaned again, louder this time, no filter, because nothing mattered except the way he was devouring me as if I was the only thing he’d been craving for years.
I was trembling, literally shaking under him, and I could feel it building, tight and hot and overwhelming, and I tried to tell him, tried to warn him through broken breaths, but he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, his tongue thrusting faster, harder, rougher, fucking me with so much desperation I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Fuck–fuck, I’m coming–don’t stop–please don’t stop-“I begged, my voice high, crocked, desperate, and 1 come hard, legs locking around his head as everything inside me exploded, my vision going black for a second from how hard it hit, and still he didn’t stop.
He kept licking me, kept pushing his tongue into me as if he needed more, as if he wanted to taste my soul, and I could feel it dripping down, wet and hot and messy, and his mouth was covered in me, his lips, his chin, all of it, fucking drenched, and I couldn’t stop moaning his name, couldn’t stop clenching around nothing, wishing it was him inside me because I was so wet it hurt, so sensitive it burned, and he just kept going.
My thighs trembled uncontrollably around his head, my nails digging into his skin as I cried out his name again and again, almost sobbing from the pressure of how intense it felt, from how completely he had me unraveling under his mouth.
And then I felt another wave building and crashing before I could stop it, and I screamed, literally screamed as I come again, the release squirting out of me, splashing against his face with this hot gush that made my whole body jolt.
He moaned so deeply into my pussy as if he loved it, as if he needed that too, and instead of pulling bock, he fucking licked it up, his mouth open, tongue flat, dragging up every bit of it as it dripped down his chin, swallowing it like it was his favorite dessert.
He licked me clean, slow now, almost teasing, as if he was tasting every part of me with reverence, as if he wanted to memorize how I tasted on his tongue, and I couldn’t even speak, couldn’t even move, just laid there breathless and fucked out and shaking while his mouth stayed buried between my thighs as if he never wanted to leave.
When he finally pulled back, his mouth was glistening, wet with my cum, his lips parted and red, his eyes wild and blown with lust as he looked up at me, and then, without saying a word, he ran his tongue over his lips,
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licking up every drop as if it was ice cream, slow and filthy and so hot I whimpered.
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And then, still watching me, he stood up, his hands going to his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly…
And that’s when I realized he was just getting started.
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