#liabel

She is starving. Not the craving kinds, but the "i need you" kind. Ever since that night, when she was up late sexting you, you send a very sexy nude of your legs spread and your fingers spreading your pussy lips apart to reveal your throbbing clit, and juicy slit, making Liabel audibly gulp and stare at that image for hours until she eventually had to sleep. Well, she tried. She ended up having a really wet dream about you, where she was happily devouring your pussy, her lips wrapped around your clit while she sucked gently. She sadly woke up anyways, and she never wanted to go back to sleep this bad before. Even when she was working, she was struggling. Every time she was dealing with a customer, her mind just wandered off to those nudes, and that dream, making her accidentally scowl at the unsuspecting customer, which made them quickly grab their things and walk out. Maybe what tick her off even more is that you pretended that everything was okay. You helped her with the register, you organize papers and messy pencils whenever they needed to be fixed, and you interacted with Reficoul like nothing even happened.

As the hours ticked by, she leaned against the counter and stared at the door with an unamused expression, her lips formed into a frown as she tried to distracted herself with anything. Until she realized how slow today was. For the past half hour, there wasn't a sign of anybody coming in, and the only sounds that were audible were you moving around, and Reficoul talking to you about some bullshit that she honestly doesn't care about. If it's slow, and 2 hours before closing, it gives her enough time to do what she wanted to do the moment you sent those damn nudes. Pushing herself off the counter, she strides over to you with purpose, her gaze fixated on you as she walks closer and closer, until she finally reaches you. Reficoul had noticed her first, and paused his talking to look at her, but she wasn't even acknowledging the taller male, instead, keeping her gaze on you. She grabs your hand softly, and quickly mutters out how she needed you for something, and just starts dragging you to the storage closet, making you stumble after her and leave the poor male behind.

As soon as you both walked inside the dimly lit closet, she closed the door behind her and swiftly turned around to look at you. It was quiet for a long while, her gaze just staring deeply into yours, before she suddenly grabbed your wrist and pinned you against the door, her body fully pressed against yours while she pressed her lips against yours, her tongue sweeping in and tangling around yours while she trailed her hands from your waist, to your hips. She used that as her advantage to tug you closer to her and make you feel her heat through your clothes. Between kisses, she breathed heavily against your lips and muttered out something that was low enough for you to hear.

"My pretty dove, can I eat you out? Pretty please...?" She reached down and tugged at your work pants, making you blush and nip at her bottom lip, making Liabel shudder and gasp softly into your lips. When you finally realized what she said, you paused and looked at her with both astonishment and confusion. You didn't see her as the type of person to want to do it in a semi public place, let alone in a storage closet that probably hasn't been clean in a while. Still, her seductive and alluring moves had already made you feel breathless and wanting more, so you honestly didn't care what was going to happen. So without breaking eye contact, you nodded wordlessly, and you watched as her expression shifted. Her smile widened, and she instantly started trailing her lips down to your neck, right where your collarbone is exposed, and then kneeling down before you, her eyes darkening as she started unbuttoning your pants and impatiently tugging them down along with your damp panties, revealing her your beautiful, wet pussy that was already dripping down your thigh. It was like a sweet drug that she couldn't get over, and it made her feel addicted. So with a small lick around her lips, she patted your thighs and encouraged you to place one of your legs on top of her shoulder. When you did, it was her time to eat. With a heavy breath, she leaned closer and inhaled your musky scent, and then took a tentative, first lick across your slit, making you shudder. When she got that positive response, it was like all logic went out the window. With a sigh, she leaned closer and wrapped her lips around your aching clit, making you instantly let out a soft gasp before covering your mouth and closing your eyes tightly, praying to the heavens or whatever that Reficoul or the boss wouldn't hear what was happening. But Liabel wasn't paying attention, if anything, she was already getting pussy drunk from your nectar. While pressing her face closer to your pussy, she started to eagerly lick and suck on your sensitive bud, the tip of her tongue flicking against it and making you see stars behind your eyelids. But she wasn't stopping.

If anything, it gave her the encouragement that she needed. Once she pulled away from your clit, she spreads open your pussy lips and licks aggressively at the bud, and blowing at it softly to watch it twitch. "You're so good for me, sweetheart..." She whispered softly against your warm heat before reaching up and holding onto your hips tightly, her mouth fully enveloping your pussy while she shook her head and made her tongue flat so you could grind down. And you did. You reached down and held onto her strands of hair while looking down at her, your hips bucking and pushing more into her mouth to feel more of that delicious friction that made you crave more. Liabel loves your pussy. Love maybe isn't even the word for it. She's obsessed with your pussy. The taste of it, how it looks, how it smells, and how it feels. if she could, she could drown from your leaking juices and she wouldn't care at all. And the way she talks to you. God, it makes you weak and shaking.

The entire time, when she's practically devouring your juicy cunt, she's looking into your eyes, her gaze sharp and dark as she studies your every reaction. Like how you continued covering your mouth to hide those shameful noises, how you try to look at her, only to shut your eyes once more to feel her wet tongue lapping up your juices. While you are practically trembling against her shoulder, she smiles against your warm flesh and starts rubbing circles around your hips with her thumb, the motion making your breath hitch and twitch at the gentle movements. And the entire time when she's practically destroying you, she mutters softly against your flesh, her hot breath fawning over your throbbing clit.

"Keep going, my love." She would whisper.

"Yes, that's it. Keep moaning my name like that..."

"You're so gorgeous like this."

And when she felt bold, she would hold onto your hips tighter, and insert her wet tongue inside your clenching hole, the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing her is enough to make her pant heavily against you. Just as she did that, she felt it. Your walls squeezing rhythmically against her tongue, and your moans starting to slip out of your hand between your fingers while your hips aggressively bucked against her hot mouth. That made her double her efforts more than before, with her tongue now lapping at just your clit, the base of it stroking and pushing your clit more firmly, and that was enough to drive you crazy. "Cum in my mouth, come on. You can do it, my sweet dove." She quickly muttered before closing her lips around your clit once more and sucking aggressively, and you finally broke. With your vision whitening, and your mouth parted to let out a silent scream, you clamped your legs around her head and gushes of your cum and juices squirted everywhere, landing in her mouth and her face. Some even on the ground. The sudden force of your orgasm did catch her off guard for a moment, but she quickly recovered. She closed her eyes and drank every last drop that landed in her mouth, while she continued licking your clit to make you chase your high just a little longer.

There was only the sound of heavy breathing, your head falling back against the door and making this soft thud that probably was loud enough for anyone to hear if they walked by right now. But right now, Liabel didn't care, or even bothered to move. She just continued rubbing circles on your hips and resting her cheek against your thigh. When she finally looked up at you, she saw it. How well you glowed under the dim light, how you were only catching your breath, and yet, you looked beautiful.

Her goddess.