“Can I taste you?” I whispered.
“Yes.” She rubbed her pussy against my hand.
I growled and parted those soft folds, giving light flutters to her throbbing clit.
“Oh my god.” She came close to straddling my hand as she wrapped her arms around my neck and landed hungry kisses on my face.
“What did you think, when you wore that outfit?” I rasped against her mouth. “You thought I was going to let you walk out of this building without touching this pussy?”
She moved those hips the same way she did on stage, but this time she closed her eyes, lost in real lust, rocking that hungry body.
“What did you think?” I pushed my finger into that wet pussy, groaning at how fucking tight she was.
“Damn, Hunter.” She breathed against me.
“Oh, it’s damn now?” I gripped the back of her head, pushing my fingers through her thick, curly locks as I finger fucked her with my other hand. I stroked her clit with my thumb.
She shrieked, shivering in pleasure against me.
“I told you to wait, and you taunted me.”
Her words rode erratic breaths. “I didn’t.”
“You’ll see what happens, when you aren’t patient.” I dropped to my knees in front of her and snatched that tiny thong away, fast. I was so hungry. I didn’t even give her time to react before I spread her thighs and lapped at that soft, wet pussy.
“Hunter,” she gasped and gripped my shoulders.
I growled when her lushness slipped along my tongue. She was sweeter than I dreamed she would be. My hands caressed her inner thighs as I licked and sipped. I had to drink her. Every drop.
My cock ached to be inside her, but I ignored it. It lay in my pants, heavy and growing. Greed throbbed at the tip. Pre-cum spilled out, messing up my boxer briefs.
Be patient.
I had to make her scream first. Before I sank my cock into that wet pussy, I had to hear her moan my name several times.
Noise continued outside as people realized the video shoot would end today. I’d knocked Trigger out hard and hadn’t planned on him waking up for a while. He’d be too dizzy to rap or do anything else. Hopefully, he would need to see a dentist to deal with a shattered tooth and possible broken jaw.
Either way, the video shoot was over, and people were scrambling to figure out what would happen next.
And inside Zola’s dressing area, I ate her pussy, wanting her to moan. Loud.
Let them hear what I do to you. Especially Trigger and any other man that stared at your body today.
I wouldn’t sink my cock into her until the moment she screamed my name over and over. And everyone had to hear it, especially the piece of shit stalker that I knew would be hanging around the mansion today. Even he had to listen to how she moaned for me.
No, motherfucker. She’s mine, not yours.
“Oh, Hunter,” she groaned, and I picked up my pace, licking her pussy more and making tiny swirls around her clit.
Groaning, I increased the pressure on her hips. I had to possess her as well as dominate her. I buried my face between her legs again, rubbing my nose and lips all over her pussy.
“Oh!” She humped my face, slicking my skin with her arousal.
“This is my pussy,” I grunted, my whole face wet with her. I didn’t give a fuck.
She trembled.
“My pussy.” I shifted to sliding my tongue in and out of her tightness, trying to lick all of her up before going back to her clit.
“Mine.” I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Hunter!” Her sweetness filled my mouth as her body jerked against my face. “Oh!”
After a few seconds, her body went slack.
I held her close, giving that sweet pussy a kiss and making her body jerk again.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the sofa. She curled in my lap, burying her face in my neck. “Oh my god.”
I stared at the shredded bodysuit on the floor.
Ambulance sirens sounded off in the distance. Trigger’s soft ass probably needed to go to the hospital. He was baby powder soft and shouldn’t have called himself Trigger. But, even more, he should’ve never thought he could talk to Zola that way.
“Amazing,” she whispered.
“You taste so good.”
“I want to taste you.”
“You will.” I was close to stuffing my cock in her mouth right now, but I had to focus.
She still had a stalker. Chaos continued to erupt in the building. I had no idea where my men were. I needed to get Zola dressed and back in our suite.
Then…perhaps…she could taste me.
In my head, the nastiest of images appeared. I dreamed of busting cum all over that pretty face. In long white streams. Decorating her lips and forehead in dots and lines. I would pump the tip and squirt it all over her.