This time all the attention is on my entrance as he slides his tongue inside me. “M-Max.” My body latches onto the flickering embers of my previous orgasm to ignite another one. He murmurs appreciatively and goes on eating, swirling his tongue inside me like he’s making out with my pussy. His fingers brush over my clit, and I sink my teeth into the pillow to stop from screaming the entire house down. He threads his fingers in my hair and pulls my head up. “Stop that, Joey. If I’m making you come, I want to hear every fucking sound you make.”
