Convenient.
Benefits.
The thought of never having to let her go makes me harder.
The thought of being inside her again turns me into granite.
The way she’s kissing me back and scraping her fingernails down my neck and parting her legs and lifting one around my hips—exquisite heaven.
I shove her T-shirt up and find those rosy nipples that I want to feast on.
Sloane gasps as I suck on her nipple. “Oh my god, more.”
“Feels good?” I ask against her breast.
“I can feel it in my pussy when you do that.”
I suck again.
She gasps again.
I reach between her legs and find her panties soaked.
“Off,” she pants.
One quick motion, and they’re gone, and there it is.
My treasure.
My real treasure.
I drop to my knees, hook one of her legs over my shoulder, and lick her, and she grips my hair. “Can’t—fall—asleep—you—sneaky—bastard.”
I smile against her pussy, and then I devour it until she’s screaming my name.
I don’t want her to fall asleep.
I want her to feel good.
I want her to remember how my mouth feels between her legs.
I want her to think about me every single time she touches herself for the rest of her life.
And I don’t care how hard my dick is or how much my balls ache to be inside of her.
I just care that she’s coming hard in my mouth.
That she feels good.
That something about this will have been worthwhile for her.
“Oh my god, Davis,” she pants, her hands still tangled in my hair, her eyelids heavy.
She shakes her head.
Shakes it again. “I’m awake.”
I press a kiss to her lower belly. “Guess I did it wrong.”
