Free CHERISH by Dani Wyatt

up right in front of my face where I’m still locked behind her, admiring all that is mine with my hands, keeping her spread open and my eyes glued to the shiny, silk gash that has my name written all over it.
    “That’s it, babe. Show me what that pussy likes.”
    Her fingers tremble as she settles them into the masterpiece of pink folds, stroking her clit, circling it and letting out her special musical fuck-me noises until my cock is near shooting off in my pants.
    It’s more than I can take. When two of her fingers disappear into her soaking snatch, it’s my moment; I drive my face in, following her, kissing and licking where her fingers pump in and out. The sensation of her fingers under my tongue stroking herself and the flavour of her arousal tighten my balls until I see stars.
    “Ummm, please . . .” Promise’s legs are quivering along with her voice.
    “Drop that hand, babe, I’ll take it from here. Push your pussy back on my mouth and I’ll give you what you need.”
    I eat her drenched pussy buffet until she can’t hold herself up. Then I flip her over, spread her legs until she yelps liked a kicked puppy and settle my mouth between her legs again, sucking down hard on her clit.
    She tastes like every fantasy I’ve ever had. Sweeter, more sensual than anything I could imagine. The flavor runs directly from my mouth to my dick until I’m so hard I could cut glass.
    My tongue dances around her swollen nub and I suck down until she gushes. I hear the music start to come from her. Her hips convulse and flounce under my face and I keep working, slamming two fingers into the river that pours out of her.
    She moans my name until it seems as if she knows no other words right now and that’s how it damn well should be. My name is the only word she can form when she cums.
    She twists as the orgasm takes over, practically knocking me backward, but my other hand keeps my little bronco’s thigh set tight. I drag my teeth over her clit until my face is soaked and she shakes like a damn earthquake. When she screams my name one more time and her voice gives out, my job here is done.
    Well, not done . Never done.
    Never.

Promise
    I've orgasmed three times already, just from Beckett's mouth.
    The thundering waves of back to back climaxes flow through me and over me, pushing the storm to the very back of my mind. Not forgotten. I can't forget what's going on with Louis and Jordan and Holly. But it's no longer my focus. And I have Beckett to thank for that.
    Beckett’s tongue does things to me I still don’t understand. He is everywhere at once, devouring me as if making me cum is the most important mission of his life.
    The warmth and throbbing that radiate from where the belt met my flesh only adds to the overwhelming sensations that completely envelop me as his tongue and fingers work magic.
    “God, Beck, please , that’s enough, I can’t cum anymore—” My voice breaks and cracks when I try to say his name one last time.
    As soon as the words leave my lips, I know it’s a mistake. Beckett halts his movements for a moment and I can almost hear the cogs whirring inside his head. His eyes raise to look at me, and I realize I’ve just challenged him.
    “We’ll see about that, babe.” He smiles before he attacks me again.
    One finger, then two push deep inside me, slipping easily in and out with the slick juice he’s created between my legs. I can feel it running down the insides of my thighs, pooling on the white duvet below my butt.
    The tension between us tangles until it’s like we’ve melded together. My pleasure is his pleasure. He moans into my folds, sounding lost in the moment, just like me.
    I look down just as he looks up. This is the moment that always slays me. Seeing the desire in his face. His desire to watch me; to know he’s giving me pleasure is enough to push me over the edge again.
    The tension gathers low. I keep my eyes on his as he locks them onto mine. His tongue spins around my