All Messed Up: Windy City Kink, Book 2 by Kelly Jamieson Page A

her ankles, he again kissed one foot, then the other, then set them on his shoulders as he went in to eat her sweet pussy.
    Her warm scent filled his head. He dragged in a deep breath, his heart pounding, and nuzzled the small patch of dark blonde curls above her slit. He’d touched her there and fucked her there, but now he got to taste her there and he began to lick, drawing his tongue up over smooth, plump lips. “Mmm. Sweet, Mallory.”
    “Oh God, that’s good.”
    He kissed her inner thigh, slowly opening his mouth on her skin, then moved to the other thigh before kissing his way back to her center. He nibbled the pretty pink ruffles of her inner lips and then dipped his tongue into her creamy opening. Her soft whimpers and moans filled his head, and her hands came down to thread through his hair and hold him there. He licked around her clit, and again, then finally drew his tongue over the swollen bud. Her entire body jerked and her hands tightened on his head, fingernails scraping over his scalp with a delicious pain.
    He slipped a finger inside her, palm up, curving his finger to find the sensitive spot inside her, and her sharp intake of air told him when he’d found it. He massaged inside her as his tongue fluttered over her clit.
    “Like that?” he murmured.
    “God yes!”
    Her hips lifted in needy rhythm, hands clutching his head and he backed off a little, drawing it out to again kiss and nibble, lifting his head to look down at his finger inside her. Her hands fell to the bed and gripped the sheets.
    He added a second finger and worked on thrusting in and out, her plump inner muscles closing around him in tiny pulses. He stared in fascination as he finger fucked her, his gaze dropping to the perfect star of her anus. With his other hand, he slicked up some of her girl lube with his thumb and rubbed around the tiny star. Again, her body twitched.
    He looked up at her face to gauge her reaction to the back door play. Again, it wasn’t for everyone. But she was trembling, eyes closed, hips lifting to him, and he daringly pressed his thumb deeper against the puckered entrance. Tension gripped her body but she didn’t stop him and so he lowered his head once more between her thighs and opened his mouth on her while his thumb penetrated her anus.
    Her low cry sounded both shocked and delighted. He moved his thumb in her, plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it so gently. Her taste slid over his tongue and down his throat, delicately spicy, making him feel drunk. The room faded away around them, awareness centering on her body spread out for him on the snowy bed.
    God she was wet, and sweet. Intoxicating. He wanted to eat her forever.
    But her body had other plans, and she came in a torrent of soft convulsions and indecipherable noises, her pussy clenching around his hand. His fingers became even slicker with her orgasm and he kept them inside her along with the thumb and his mouth on her clit until he’d drawn every last quiver from her sweet body.
    And still he wanted more, wanted to lick up every sweet drop of cream that eased from her body, his face buried between her legs, wet with her juices. He lifted his head, panting, his heart knocking against his ribs. With a last kiss on her mound, he withdrew and moved up over her. As her eyes fluttered open, he licked the fingers that had been in her pussy clean and then leaned in to kiss her mouth, her lips soft and lax. She tried to form them into a pucker and it made him smile.
    His eyes met hers and the lost look in hers made him pause. “Whoa,” he whispered, pulling her into his arms. “You look far away.”
    “I’m okay. That was incredible.”
    After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash up, they lay there and cuddled for a while, until the throbbing of his dick became hard to ignore. He reached a hand down to give it a few strokes and started when Mallory took over. “Your turn,”