“Fuck, Nick!” she screamed.
“That’s it, angel. You want more of that?”
“Mmhmm,” she managed.
“Say please, baby.”
“Please,” she mewled.
My cock was rock-hard against her thigh, leaking at her delicious sights and sounds and hell, even the way she smelled, her arousal thick in the air. “Oh, I got you, baby.”
She shivered under my touch, squirming toward the headboard. “Fingers inside now if you want to feel me come.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice. I took a look to make sure my fingers were going in the right place and slipped my ring and middle fingers into her pussy. My cock throbbed, wishing so badly that it was going inside her instead.
“And . . .” she breathed, “use your thumb on my clit. Circles like before.”
I did as she asked and her pussy tightened around me with a vise-like grip.
“Nick.”
“There you go, angel. Are you getting close?”
She nodded, on the verge of tears, her brows pinched, lips swollen, begging. Her hands clutched my arms, conveying her desperation in her grip.
“Let go for me, baby. Come for me.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as her hips twitched, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she cried out, curse words and my name and big breaths leaving her.
I waited for her to open her eyes before kissing her, keeping my fingers inside her.
“How’d I do?”
She gave me a dreamy smile. “You got it, bub.”
“Thought so. I don’t think you could fake that kind of intensity.”
She shook her head. “Not a chance.”
I removed my fingers and cupped her pussy in my palm because that seemed like a comforting thing to do. “You were so beautiful, angel. Seeing you like that felt like a special treat.”
She laughed. “It was a special treat for me.” She turned to her side to face me, lacing her fingers with mine. “What are we going to do for you?”
I bit my lip, looking around all coy-like. “We don’t have to do anything.”
“That’s very noble of you, but I’m not here to play games. I believe earlier I said I wanted it in my mouth and you said I could have it.”
I drew her closer, framing her face with my hand. “Annie Markham, I think you’re my favorite little freak.”
“Why thank you,” she said with a giggle, pushing me to my back. “Let’s see how I do on my knees not in a patch of mulch.”
I helped her tuck her hair over one shoulder, enjoying how that left one breast exposed, and one covered, her nipple poking through a sheet of gorgeous blonde waves. But it was her eyes that were the equivalent of stabbing me in the heart and blood gushing out everywhere. Sparkling emerald green, mischievous, and watching me. She settled on her knees between my legs, pushing her ass up just like she had when we were in the field.
And then she got to work. It’s hard to express what she did to me, other than that it was blinding, abject pleasure. Her tongue on my underside, sucking around the head, gagging around my deeper pushes, her smiling eyes as she checked my reaction.
“Annie, it’s gonna be quick.”
She hummed, presumably telling me she was ready. I sat up, curling my abs and grabbing her ass, sinking my fingers in as I exploded in her mouth. She let me sit, melted in her warmth for a moment before pulling off and wiping her lips.
