Behind The Mask by Terry Towers Read Free Book Online Page B

teasing her moist pussy lips, making her entire body tremble.
    “So smooth. You’re driving me wild, Trina,” he murmured, placing a string of butterfly kisses across her mound.
    “Brice, I –” She couldn’t finish her statement. Brice slipped two fingers between her pussy lips and stroked the length of her from her anus to her clit and a moan escaped her. Whatever protest she had on the tip of her tongue evaporated as he stroked her a second time, then spread her wide and repeated the process with his tongue. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes, taking in every pleasurable sensation he was creating within her.
    His tongue swiped her length again and then focused on her clit. His tongue began to flick and circle her swollen nub. Just when she thought it couldn’t feel any better he lightly nipped her clit with his teeth as he thrust a finger deep into her. She cried out her pleasure at the sudden invasion of her core and the vibration from Brice’s soft chuckling was her only response.
    “You’re so tight. Damn, so amazing honey,” he murmured, his tongue continuing to taunt her clit as his finger was joined by a second and he began to stroke her inner wall, just the right spot to cause her to buck and grind wildly against his mouth and intruding fingers.
    Not able to hold herself up any longer, she flopped back onto the mattress, her hands fisting the blanket below her. “I want you. So bad. Please.”
    “Mmmm. I love hearing you beg me.” He was taking her higher and higher. The strain in every muscle in her body tightened, preparing for her wondrous release. She was no stranger to masturbation, she masturbated almost daily, but her own fingers never felt like this – never felt near as good or took her to the brink so quickly.
    “You’re cruel.” She forced her eyes open so she could look down at him. “Damn, you look good between my legs.”
    His heated stare caught hers for a moment, making promises of pleasures well beyond what she was experiencing so far. Breaking eye contact, he slipped his fingers from her and she groaned her protest, but his fingers were quickly replaced by something much more extraordinary
    – his tongue.
    He sucked her left labia into his mouth, then the right, running his tongue along the length of her a final time before thrusting it deep within her. His effort was rewarded by a loud moan and her hands released the blanket to thread into his hair on the back of his head.
    It was so good, too good, too much. She bucked against his mouth, her body gyrating on the bed as she was rapidly taken to the breaking point and found herself toppling over the edge, her pussy clenching around his intruding tongue and exploding with a flow of her juices.
    “Fuck, so amazing.” She faintly heard him, but instead of granting time to bask in her orgasm, he continued the assault on her, his faint shadow of a beard rubbing against her pussy and teasing her clit, bringing her to the brink again. And again she found herself swept up in a tidal wave of pleasure.
    “I need you. Brice. Please.”
    “What do you need, honey?”
    Any other time she’d have been embarrassed to say what she wanted, but her body was on fire, filled with a need she’d never experienced before. All she could focus on now was what he was doing to her; all shyness was gone.
    “Mmmm. Your cock. Please. I need to feel it.”
    He growled, low and deep in his throat as he stood. Opening her eyes, she watched him get back onto the bed and stretch out, then motion for her to lie next to him. She crawled over to him and in a moment of brazenness she swung a leg over his waist and straddled him, his cock peeping out from between her legs.
    She took him into her hand and stroked his length and was rewarded by a low growl. Her gaze moved up his stomach, to his chest and then to his eyes and her breath hitched in her throat as their eyes locked. She’d never seen such need and hunger in a man’s eyes before and she