Heaven and hell were a delicious mix. She couldn’t tear her eyes from his as his tongue parted her and lapped at her hungrily. His nose brushed against the sensitive nub atop her folds, and she whined with need as he smirked arrogantly as if knowing exactly what he was doing to her.
Using his fingers, he pushed her open and then began sucking, licking, and plunging into her with renewed purpose.
“So, f*****g delicious,” he mumbled, his eyes closed, distracted by the very real desire to consume her.
Iris considered if this was how she died, she was good with it. Her fingers clutched everything she could grab at as his tongue was deeper in her body than her own fingers ever were. She was gripping her breasts, the silk sheets, his hair, and all in sporadic order as he feasted. She was a
