Chapter Thirty-One

Harlow

The feel of hands caressing my legs as they part my thighs, seconds before a tongue begins lapping at my pussy pulls me into consciousness.

“Oh, God,” I buck my hips, meeting each stroke of his tongue as I moan, “More.”

One of his hands moves up my leg, teasing the inside of my thigh before finding my dripping pussy and plunging two fingers inside.

“Yes,” I gasp, his fingers curling at just