“Answer the goddamn question, Josefine. You good?” His voice is gravel, knuckles deep inside me.
I squeeze my eyes tight, grinding my teeth. “Yeah…good.”
He drops his head down to where I want him, breath hot against my clit. He drags his tongue around and over it repeatedly, sucking it hard while his tongue strokes it.
My toes curl and my body shakes from the overwhelming need to come.
“You’re fucking phenomenal. I love the way you listen. Love how responsive your body is tome.”
My walls clench around him. I shouldn’t have liked how that sounded. Why did I like that, and why do I want him to say it again?
He sucks my clit into his mouth fervently.
“Keep doing that, oh God, yeah, don’t stop, Daniel,” I cry out, my voice hoarse. “Don’t…Don’t stop!” I grit, my back arching. I swear my body could levitate right now.
His fingers thrust deeper, getting wet with my arousal. They’re so slick, the noises they make shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. But when he scissors them inside me, hitting a spot I wasn’t sure was possible, my mind goes blank, and everything explodes inside me.
I clench my teeth, my finger scratching his scalp, pulling his hair as he continues to drive into me despite how my pussy clenches around him, pulling them in, refusing to let go.
Moments later, I feel him place a kiss on my pussy before he removes his fingers and covers me back. Through my heavy-lidded eyes, I see him bring them into his mouth, suck them clean, and hum in delight.
I exhale a ragged sigh, feeling spent, but he looks sated as if he’s the one who just came.
Once the high wears off, I sit up, feeling shaky and still breathless. Daniel tenderly smiles at me, lips slightly glossy and swollen, staring at me with so much affection it makes my skin itch.
I’m a distraction to him. That’s what he needed. This meant nothing.
It’s whatever. I needed the distraction too. I got what I wanted.
Sitting up, I draw my eyes below his waist, but he shakes his head. “It’s getting late and we still have a date. You, me, and the couch, remember?”
Right, distraction.I don’t have the right to let it bother me. I agreed.
His brows draw in, studying me. Concern on his face. “What’s wrong?”
“I just came.” I play it off, my voice hoarse but for other reasons.
He doesn’t look convinced, and I know he’s about to push, ask more questions, but I stand and grab my clothes, hating how everything in me shrivels up.
“Tell me about what we’re watching tonight again?”
37
JOSEFINE
“I’m notsure if I should be upset or impressed that his ass is bigger than mine.” Vi cocks her head to the side, eyes fixed on Angel’s butt on the screen.
I wasn’t staring before, but now I am. In disbelief, I cock my head, eyes narrowing as I stare at his ass. The white baseball pants he’s wearing mold to his legs like a second skin. Showing off his impressive thick thighs and butt, honed from countless hours spent in the weight room.
Angel stands on the mound, shimmying his shoulders when the next batter steps up to the plate. His lip slightly curls at the corner, an almost smile. It feels almost like a taunt before his expression goes stoic.
The sports commentators go silent when he gets in position, waiting patiently and eagerly to see him pitch. It all happens too quick. He slings the ball, but it’s too late for the batter because it landed in Noah’s mitt with a loud clap after he swung.
“Strike three!” the ump calls.
“Yes, sir! Back-to-back strikeouts!” one of the commentators says.
“That was filthy!” the other adds, just as eager. “Strikes out on 102…” they carry on, but I’ve already zoned out, my attentiondrawing to Daniel as he jogs next to Angel back to the dugout with the rest of the guys to switch for the bottom of the fifth inning.
