THE HOT lawyer's

Part 28

In one quick swipe, she had me trembling even harder from her tongue, from the new angle, from the totally new feeling it caused.

She curled it to a point, tracing my clit, flicking it in different directions.

The moment I finally found air, when I stopped moaning long enough to fill my lungs, she inserted two fingers, turning them inside me.

"Lisa," I hissed.

I couldn't form any other words.

I couldn't think.

She was completely controlling my body, reaching that spot deep within me that no one else had touched before. And each graze caused everything else to intensify, especially after every lick, every sweep of her tongue.

"Oh fuuuck."

Her speed increased, the build coming on like a storm. "Come on my fucking face."

I couldn't stop what was happening. I couldn't slow it down. A surge was roaring through me, causing my muscles to contract, my back to lift off the floor. It stretched through my whole body and once it reached the highest peak, my stomach shuddered from each blast.

"Lisa!"

I gripped her hair, needing to hold on, to balance what was happening while I rode this out. When the calmness eventually came through, her licking slowed, her breathing now making me extra sensitive.

"Fucking beautiful." She kissed the top of my clit. "That's what you look like when you come."

I was all tingles.

They didn't ease up, still holding me captive. Every time she breathed against me, a wave would pass through my navel. When she pulled out her fingers, I gasped from the quakes they left behind.

But her hand didn't go far, spreading my wetness.

Lower.

In an instant, I knew where she was going.

"I'll be gentle."

It was as though she could read my mind.

Her lips touched me again, this time halfway down my clit, her tongue leading the way, adding more to the wetness already there. Each dip caused my breathing to turn more rapid, my heart to race.

I didn't know what to anticipate. I didn't know if I could handle it.

Her size.

Her strength.

What if she's too much?

"I'm going to take care of you," she whispered across my pussy. "You're soon going to enjoy this so much that you'll be begging me for it."

She moved us, setting me on my back, where she knelt in front of me. The richest desire bored through my eyes. She pumped her cock several times and spread my legs even further apart.

"Don't move," she ordered.

As she left me on the floor, the air hit between my legs like a cold slap, showing how wet she'd made me. I barely had time to inhale before she returned, a tube of lube in her hand.

She squirted some over her shaft, adding more to her tip. "This will help."

She covered two of her fingers with the gel, and suddenly, they were probing that hole, a feeling that almost made me pucker. There was slickness and sliding, an acceleration of this enjoyable agony.

"This is going to feel so fucking good."

It already did. Even more so as she twisted her wrist, giving me a slow, steady plunge.