92. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV. “Good boy,” I said again, softer this time, my lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Now, put that mouth back to work.” He dove back in, his tongue moving with renewed fervour, and I gasped, my back arching as the pleasure hit me hard. My hips rolled against his face, and I didn’t hold back the filthy moans spilling from my lips. “You like this, don’t you?” I taunted, my voice trembling slightly as his tongue circled my clit. “You like being on your knees for me, tasting me, making me feel good. You fucking love eating my pussy?” He groaned in response, the sound muffled against me, and I laughed softly, tugging his hair again. “That’s what I thought,” I said with satisfaction. The pleasure was building fast, my body trembling as his tongue worked me closer and closer to the edge. My fingers tightened in his hair, holding him in place, and my moans grew louder. “Don’t stop,” I gasped, my thighs trembling around his head. “Fuck, Zeke, just like that. I’m s