“I need to change the sheets and get?—”
“Shut up and let me lick your pussy, Roar.”
She shuts up.
I tug her waistband down, kissing the softness of herbelly, nosing my way to the start of her pubic hair, those secret dark curls that are just for me.
She lifts her hips, because even though she thought she wanted to just be giving, she secretly craves this, too.
We both do.
I peel her leggings to her knees, then yank her panties down. My hunger mounts as I glimpse a betraying glisten along her slit.
“Did sucking my pierced cock get you wet, Roar?” I flip her over and pull her up onto her knees. “Why would you want to go downstairs with an aching little cunt when I could make you feel good?”
“I thought?—”
“Stop thinking,” I demand. “Push your face into the sheets and justfeel.”
She starts to protest, but as soon as I take her ass in my hands, tipping her hips up so I can get to her sweet little pussy, she gives in.
All the fight softens out of her and she whimpers into the sheets, the sweetest sound ever.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “You want my tongue, you feisty girl?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Can you be quiet?”
“No.”
I laugh at the honesty, my breath brushing against her slick skin. “That’s your choice, then. I don’t care if they hear how good I make you feel.”
She squirms, her hips wriggling in my hands. I squeeze and lift her flesh, revealing more of her sweetness.
“Please, Garrett,” she pants.
“Love to hear you beg,” I rumble before finally giving her what sheneeds.
She’s sweet and tart on my tongue, and so fucking responsive. A day and a half of us not touching each other has primed her just as much as ovulating would. My needy, greedy, horny girl.
Her clit leaps to attention when I lick around it, throbbing as I latch on to suck.
Why the fuck haven’t we been doing this all the fucking time?
I growl and dive deeper, tonguing her entrance, her folds, and her clit again. I lap and lick and suck until she’s trembling, and then I latch my whole mouth onto her andconsumeher like she’s my last fucking meal.
“We need to strip the sheets.”
“What’s that, Miss Mumbles?”
Rory twists her head and looks at me where I’ve stretched out beside her. Her cheeks are so flushed—it’s fucking beautiful. “You heard me.”
“We will. But we can take a minute to enjoy the aftershocks.”
She takes a breath and holds it.
I shake my head. “Don’t say we shouldn’t have done that. We clearly both wanted it.”
