“Fuck, yes,” he groans, rolls me onto my back, and kisses my nightie away. His tongue is nonstop, starting at my neck and moving lower and lower until he’s between my thighs, spreading me open like a book.
“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmurs. “Pink, swollen, already throbbing for me. God, I could spend the rest of my life with my face buried in this pussy.”
I fist the sheets, so turned on, my desperation etched in every drop.
He dips his head, dragging his tongue over me, tracing the tender swells like he’s committing every taste and texture to memory. My hips lift into his mouth, seeking more.
“Get on your knees for me, Web. Let me love on that ass too.”
I scramble onto all fours.
He gives my cheek a resounding smack, then kisses it better.
“Dice,” I gasp, part plea, part demand. “Give it to me now.”
“Love it when you’re hot and bothered.” His hands roam over me, kneading the flesh like I’m something precious and wanton at the same time.
Then he slides his fingers along the seam, gliding down to my slit. Two fingers sink into me, and I moan.
“You’re dripping,” he murmurs, slowly thrusting in and out, before adding a third, filling me up.
Arousal strips away gravity. My arms give out and I drop to the mattress, ass high in the air.
He keeps fingering me in a maddening rhythm while reverently kissing the curves of my cheeks. “You smell like peaches,” he groans against my skin. “Taste like peaches too.”
His tongue lands wet, and I gasp as he rims the sensitive ring of my taint.
“Oh—fuck, Dice…” I’ve never felt anything like it. Darkly sinful. Exquisite. It’s a whole new world of pleasure. Dice honoring my ass. Elevating my enjoyment of anal play with devotion.
So turned on, my moans could wake the neighbors, but I’m too deep in the throes to care. His tongue keeps circling, then his thumb finds my clit. A couple of flicks and everything tightens. My lungs burn on a sob as massive spasms take me under, swamping me in sensation, my orgasm drowning me as I squirt all over his fingers, the sheets, and down my legs.
Dice groans his approval. “That’s it, baby, keep coming for me.”
When I’m as limp as a rag doll, he slips his fingers out and turns me over. His eyes lock on mine as he pushes every inch inside me. Bare and scorching hot.
He clutches me against him, then starts moving. Deep, measured strokes. Claiming my body… and my heart. He tells me I’m beautiful. Perfect. That nothing has ever felt this good… this right.
His words push me over the edge. I cry out, coming again.
He quickens his pace, pounding relentlessly through the sharp contractions. His hold is possessive, cutting off my breath. His mouth is on my neck, sucking the skin as he spurts inside me, long and shuddering.
I love youscreams on the tip of my tongue. But I swallow it.
And let this be enough.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Dice
I’m not domesticated—yet.
Waking up beside Lot is all a man could ever want. Sheets still damp. Room still thick with the scent of sex and peaches. Sunlight sneaks through the blinds, striping her back. There’s a love bite in the soft curve between her neck and shoulder. Must’ve happened when I lost my mind. Damn near blacked out.
First time without a condom. I don’t play with that. It’s not just a matter of safety. Jasinder got knocked up by a low-ass motherfucker who didn’t love her, didn’t want her… or his own child. I wasn’t ever going to be like him or be some baby daddy. I wasn’t leaving my seed in nothing but my hand or a condom. Even if a woman said she was protected, I still suited up—every time.
Except with Lot.
And that messes with me. Just how much I let my guard down with her. How deep I let her in.
