12. Sinclaire

I feel his breath first, a heated wave against my slick opening. It makes me gasp, my thighs tensing up.

I would close my legs but Trick is wedged between them.

"It"s okay," he says reassuringly. "This is going to feel good."

A tremor ripples low in my belly.

His gaze doesn"t leave my face as he reaches one big hand up and smoothes over my trembling mid-section, his fingers warm and sure. "How about you squeeze my fingers if you want me to keep going."

I grab his hand and grip on it for dear life.

Chuckling, he closes the gap between his mouth and my sex. His tongue slides along one of my pussy lips.

That first full contact is electric, even better than the brief taste of my clit he had when my panties were still on.

I audibly suck in a breath and he smiles. "See? Not so bad."

"Unnngggg," I say, not really a word, more of a sound. A hopeless whimper.

He licks me again, this time going all the way up to where my clit is. Up and over it, not licking it directly, just around in a slow, lazy wander. And then down the other fat, swollen lip.

A groan pulls out of him and he turns his face so his mouth aligns with my folds. That hot, pulsing breath is coming faster now against my skin and he kisses me with sweet reverence.

I moan as he pulls my pussy into his mouth, sucking on my flesh. I moan again when his tongue snakes out, this time licking up the inside.

When he makes contact with my clit again, this time it feels more deliberate. A nudging push that makes me throb, that takes my breath away.

His nose sweeps across the inside of my thigh and he inhales. "Fuck, you smell good."

I stopped breathing.

He does it again, a long, drugging inhale, this time followed by a deep grunt, and then his kiss deepens, his tongue pushing down towards my entrance.

His licks are getting hungrier.

I"m getting lightheaded.

"Keep breathing, Sinclaire," he growls. "You can"t fucking pass out on me before you come on my face."

"Un un unggg," I say again. Still not able to make words, only sounds.

I"m melting.

I"m on fire.

I"m a mess.

This is perfect.

His mouth opens as wide as he can get. He pulls all of my sex now into his mouth, sucking, pulling, pushing with his tongue between my folds, my pussy his to devour.

And then he shifts again, pushing my legs up, pushing them wide open so he can spear his tongue deep into my hole.

He's invading me.

My hips jitter, rocking helplessly against his face. His nose bumps up against my clit. His fingers join whatever he"s doing to me, tracing my folds and pushing in to me. His mouth slides up and latches onto my clit.

I scream his name. "Trick!"

"Who's my girl?"

"I am," I babble.

"That's fucking right. You gonna come for me?"

"Yes," I gasp, shocked that it's true. I can feel the release coiling tight in my belly, under the pressure of his hand.

He growls and shakes his head, getting deeper with his tongue, his beard rubbing against the tender flesh on either side of my pussy.

He's like a beast, pressing his face all the way into my body, licking and sucking and inhaling my scent, over and over again. Holding me down as he eats me out, and I wish we'd done this sooner, I wish I'd always known this magic.

"More," I gasp, squirming in his tight grip. "More, Daddy," I beg, the name feeling so right now, so desperately perfect as my clit throbs and my hips rock anxiously, needing him to kiss me again, kiss me harder.

He growls into my pussy now, the sound reverberating up through my body before he lifts his face just long enough to say, "God you"ve got the best little cunt. Come for me. Come on my face. And then Daddy will make love to you."

I lose it, my whole body snapping tight at the promise of Trick sliding into me.

"Oh fuck," he breathes so quietly I almost can't hear it over the pounding in my ears as my climax rips through me.

He licks me up, slower swipes of his tongue now.

And my pulse is still pounding when he exhales happily and leans his forehead against my inner thigh. But I have no trouble hearing what he says next. "You taste so ripe, baby. Nobody's ever tasted this breedable little pussy, have they? All mine."

The words are an electric spark to my sex, and I spasm again, clenching around nothing.

His fingertip traces my slippery entrance. "Such a pretty flower."

I giggle.

"What?" He lifts his head and looks at me.

"I don't know," I whisper, blushing. "It's a funny word for it."

"I like all the words for it," he says, his voice rumbling as he pushes himself up. Words like breedable pussy. My head spins as I watch him wipe his face, then lick his fingers.

His cock stands out from his body, heavy and hard, and it sways as he slowly crawls up to bracket me beneath him. He's huge on top of me, thick arms and solid slabs of muscle.

My face turns hot and I twist my head to the side, suddenly overwhelmed.

"Hey, look at me."

The strength in his voice outweighs the overwhelm. I snap my gaze back to his face.

He gives me a crooked grin. "It's okay to use funny words. And horny words."

I laugh again. "That wasn't… I know. I was just… You're so…"

His gaze is warm, deeply understanding. "You don't think I feel the same way as I look down at you?"

"I don't know," I admit.

"You are softer and sweeter than I imagined. Smaller in my arms, and my heart is pounding so hard I'm afraid I might have a heart attack before I get inside you. Every time you blush, I worry that I've freaked you out and harmed you irreparably."

"Weren't you trying to freak me out?" I tease, even as my mind starts freaking out over the implications of what he's saying.

"Yeah, my ability to self-sabotage here is probably infinite. I don't know how to seduce you, pet. I'm a bull and you're the finest china in the fanciest shop."

"Not china," I whisper. "Just a horny girl who wants you to do your worst."

"Doesn't change the fact I'm an animal."

"I want the animal. I want you, all of you." My heart is leaping now, trying to get out of my chest and get to him. "Nothing you can do is too much. Please, Trick. I'm so ready. I'm?—"

A sob rips out of me, and he covers my mouth with his, kissing me. His tongue pushes deep, so strong and sure. If he thinks he's a bull, then I'm a meadow. Wide open for him to go wild in.

He groans as he licks his way out of my mouth, as I chase him for another pulling taste.

"Do you want to make love now?" He shifts his weight to one arm—oh my God—and trails his other hand down my bare body.

I nod.

"Then use your words."

I lick my lips. "It feels like we already are."

It's not the dirtiest thing I can say. It's not really dirty at all.

But against my thigh, Trick's cock throbs, streaking precome on my skin.

He glances down between us, nudging my legs further apart. "Oh, Sinclaire. Yes, baby we are making love. And look at how it makes you drip. Do you want to know what I see here, baby?"

I follow his line of sight. All I see is the top of my mound. And even though it makes me want to burst into flames, I swallow hard and say, "Tell me, Daddy."