Free Abracadabra by Ashley Ladd Page B

“Can you see better now?”
    “Ah, much better. I’ll award you a fifteen. A perfect score plus five bonus points for such a ravishing pussy.”
    “This ravishing pussy wants to be ravished.” She quivered wantonly and lay back down on the mat. She wiggled her fingers at him. “Bring it.”
    He tented his brow even as he lowered himself to the mat. “Tsk-tsk. The student orders about the master?”
    She nodded and winked. “It’s my turn to rate you.”
    He froze above her, one hand holding his weight on the mat. “Rate me on what?”
    “Your cock, of course.” She propped herself up on an elbow and reached for his groin. She slid her hand along his thigh and stopped short of the raging bulge in his slacks.
    “My cock?” He glanced down at his crotch. “Shouldn’t you be able to see it to judge it?”
    “You didn’t get a good look at my naked pussy before you rated it.”
    He sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms over his chest. “Uhm. Point well taken. Lift your legs.”
    Quivering, she lifted her legs high. She wasn’t surprised or disappointed when he tugged off her slacks and tossed them off the mat. Or when he spread her legs wide and leant in for close inspection.
    “Well?” She arched her hips higher, thrusting her pussy closer to his face. “Don’t I rate higher than a fifteen?”
     He bent lower, placing his nose against her slit. “Nice perfume. Jasmine?”
    “Uhm, hm. Your favourite.”
    His fingertip felt like the softest rose petal when it ran over her clit. She longed to feel his tongue sweep across her pussy lips, to massage, lick and lathe her.
    “I’ll need to taste.”
    She squirmed and wobbled. “If you must.”
    He nodded seriously. “I must.”
    Do it already! She arched closer to him, yearning for his caress. She spread her legs as wide as she could without tumbling back and kicking him in the head.
    He held her legs, steadying her, then he buried his face in her mound. His fiery breath ravaged her pussy and a primitive growl ripped from his chest as his tongue delved deep into her canal.
    Savage spasms ripped through her and she moaned loudly. Her clit throbbed and wildfire licked her veins.
    He lapped ravenously and greedily of her flowing juices.
    If he didn’t stop soon, she’d erupt without him. Knowing they could be caught any moment, her blood boiled. Her pulse ricocheted in her wrist.
    She tapped her finger on his head and gently pushed him away. With a mock stern glance, she asked in her most business-like voice, “Well? What score will you assign?”
    Dreamy rapture and acute horniness spread over his face. Gone was the stern karate master. “One million.”
    She frowned and pouted. Her shoulders aching, she eased herself fully down to the mat. “Only one million?”
    Eagerness lit his eyes, and something akin to pleading. “A billion? That is the finest, most glorious pussy in the world.”
    “Only in the world?” She glanced down at the juicy curls between her legs.
    “In the universe.”
    She pretended to think about that, then peered steadily at him. “How would you know? Have you been that up close and personal to that many pussies?”
    He blinked and his lips moved without eschewing sound. “That’s an unfair feminine trap.”
    Yes it was. And she loved every moment of the teasing, fair and unfair. But she was ready to get down to the serious business of fucking and loving. “Did you forget I get to judge you?” She waggled her finger at his most annoying pants. “Take those off.”
    He batted his lashes prettily, teasingly. Then he bent and started pushing his pants down his sinewy legs.
    She shook her head. “Not that way. Do a sexy striptease for me.”
    “Now I’m an exotic dancer?”
    She batted her lashes at him and put her hands together, fingertip to fingertip. “Please! It makes me really hot.”
    His pointed gaze sought out her wet pussy and he licked his lips. “You’re already really hot.”
    “I’ll get even