Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“What is it, Sweets?”
“Say something bad?” she begs.
My hips thrust forward on their own, grinding into her, and her pupils flash.
“You want me to talk dirty to you?” Eyes locked on hers, I push my finger inside her, lips parting with her small nod. Fuck. “You want me to tell you how wet you are? How soft and tight?” I groan as I pick up speed and lower my mouth to her ear. “How fucking hard you make me?”
She whimpers and I add another finger.
Davis winces from the added intrusion, her body stretching wider to allow me inside, but a throaty moan follows, so I press in farther, grinding her into me as I work her over faster.
“How all I can think about is putting you on your back and sliding my cock inside you, filling you until you scream? Until you cream all over me because you would.” I press harder, and she starts to shake. “Over and over. And over.”
I close my lips over her earlobe, grazing my teeth on both sides, and she whimpers. “And then I’d taste you. Lick up your slit until there was nothing left.” I moan. “I’d push you to your knees, so you could try the flavor of us, straight off the tip of my throbbing, dripping cock.”
She cries, burying her face in my chest.
“I bet we’d be sweet, Sweets. I bet you are.”
She comes apart, her thighs clamp together, trapping my hand, so I leave it there, pressing against her, my fingers still inside. Her pussy walls spasm around me, and my chest rumbles, my cock swollen and aching.
As fast as she came, her body grows heavy, so I carefully tug my right hand free, wrapping it around her middle to hold her to me.
I sway us there, waiting until the aftershock ripples fade.
Slowly, and with uneven breaths, Davis lifts her head, half-hooded eyes locking with mine. Her skin is flushed with a blush I earned. Her temples slick with sweat I put there.
And then she fucking says, “There’s only one way to know for sure.”
For a millisecond, I’m lost, in her words, in her eyes. In the sweet, sexy little smile curving the corner of her lips, but just as quick, a thrill shoots through me, drawing up my balls and sending a shock wave through my dick.
“Taste me, Crew.” An impossible pink colors her cheeks. “Taste me while I watch.”
Fuuuuck.
I thrust my fingers deep inside her, and she gasps, tensing slightly, but the wicked gleam that flitters across her face is pure pleasure. She fucking wants this.
Wants to see me suck her cum straight off my fingers.
Pulling my hand out, I slowly bring it to my lips, my mouth salivating with each torturous second that passes. I might fucking drool.
My lips part, the smoky scent of her invading my nostrils, and I savor it for a second.
A second too fucking long because just as my finger hovers between my open lips, a hand slaps onto my shoulder and smacks my arm down to my side.
My head jerks left, coming face-to-face with Willie—the motherfucker with the worst timing—grins.
“’Sup, you up for a game of dice before we hit the sack?” He looks from me to Davis, and his head snaps my way so fast, he’s forced to double blink. His eyes narrow. “Or maybe not…”
“Definitely not.”
“Yeah, for sure!”
We answer at the same time, and now my attention swings to Davis.
She attempts to step away, but my arm is an iron rod around her, locking her to me, and that bitch isn’t letting go. It’s got a mind of its own and wants to keep her there. Right against me.
Mine.
The fog in my head must be denser than I realized, as the next thing I know, she’s somehow breaking free, her body having slipped beneath my arm.
Layla’s quick to hook her hand through Davis’s and off they fucking go, but not before Davis shoots me a sly, little smirk.
Oh, you’re gonna get it, Sweets. I’ll remember this.
Every.
Fucking.
Second of it.
Chapter Twenty
Davis
There’s no sign of the sun when my eyes slowly open. I blink into the darkness, a sense of warmth washing over me and delivering my dream to the forefront of my mind.
I close my eyes once more, hoping to fall right back into fantasyland, but as I settle into the pillow, soft hairs brush along my bare legs as a knee presses between mine. Everything floods back in my mind like a sweet, sweet tsunami.
Holy shit, last night happened. Like… actually happened.
Every touch, every caress, and every sound that slipped from his lips, possibly unintentionally, perhaps subconsciously, was real. He might have been giving me a lesson in true stimulation, but the way his body moved with mine, and the raspy, raw responses my pleasure brought out in him can’t be denied. His wayward whispering, good god.