I move fast, sliding one cold hand down the front of her cami and under her bra cup, fondling her boob and tweaking her nipple.
“Dillon!” She screams, instantly dropping the book and trying to pry my hand free. “Your fingers are like icicles!”
Driving my free hand down the other side of her top, I grab her other tit, giving it the same treatment. “You looked hot, Hollywood. Thought I’d help you to cool down.” I grope her tits and grind my hips against the back of the sofa as I instantly harden.
“You’re an asshole.”
Removing my hands, I throw myself over the back of the sofa, landing beside her. “Yep.” I draw the word out as I slide the straps of her cami and bra down her arms, freeing her magnificent tits. “But I’myourasshole.” My lips descend on one boob as I grope and fondle the other.
A breathy moan leaves her lips. “What time does Ash’s shift finish?”
“She’s on the late shift,” I confirm in between sucking her nipple. “She won’t be home for hours.”
“Oh god, Dillon. I need you.” She reaches in between our bodies and grips my dick through my tracksuit bottoms.
“I know what you need, babe.” I hop up, chuckling at her frown. “Strip, beautiful. I’ll be right back.”
Tugging my T-shirt off as I race into the kitchen, I toss it on the tiled floor and snatch the chocolate chip ice cream from the freezer. I pop it in the microwave for a few seconds to soften it a little before rejoining my sexy naked girlfriend in the living room.
Vivien is sprawled out on the leather sofa on her back with her thighs spread and her fingers between her legs. “I started without you.” She smirks at me as I quickly remove my socks and bottoms, kicking them away.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Kneeling between her open legs, I stare at where her fingers are disappearing into her glistening cunt. “You’re fucking soaked, beautiful.”
“It’s the book,” she pants, looking at me with flushed skin and desire-laden eyes. “The heroine was being nailed by three hot bikers, and boy, did they know what they were doing.”
“Bullshit.” Wrenching her fingers out of her cunt, I raise her hand to my mouth. “It’sme. Alwaysme.” I lick her juices off her fingers, and my cock twitches, dying to dive into her welcoming warmth. “I’m the only one who gets you wet, Hollywood, and I’ll never share you, so put all ideas of foursomes out of your mind ’cause it’ll never happen.”
“Prove it,” she challenges, waggling her brows.
“Oh, baby, I fully intend to.” Flipping the lid on the ice cream tub, I sink between her legs.
“What’re you doing?” She props up on her elbows, staring at me curiously.
“Eating ice cream.” I flash her a flirty grin. “From your pussy.” Her eyes widen around a gasp. “I’m going to cool you down before I heat you right back up.” I scoop ice cream from the tub with two fingers and shove it into her cunt. Vivien screeches, attempting to wiggle out of my reach, but I keep one arm tight against her hips holding her in place as I drive my tongue inside her, and I almost come on the spot when I taste her juices mingling with the decadent chocolate goodness.
“Fuck me,” I say after I’ve licked it all up. “I’ve just found my new favorite hobby.”
“You’re so dirty, Dillon,” she rasps, watching with a heated stare as I scoop more ice cream up and slowly coat her inner walls with it.
“You love it.” I smirk as I lap at her chocolate-covered folds. “And I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
“Have you ever done that before?” she asks a couple of hours later after we’ve finished eating ice cream off one another and fucking. We’re freshly showered and lying on the sofa, draped around one another.
“Eat ice cream out of a woman’s cunt?”
She lifts her head from my chest, turning to face me. My arm tightens around her back, keeping her tucked in close. “Yeah.” She nibbles on her lip, and I see the anxiety flaring behind her eyes.
“Never,” I truthfully reply. “I’ve only done that with you.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Hottest sex ever.”
The relief is obvious on her face. “Every time we have sex, I think it can’t get any better, but it always does. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you fucking me. Even when we fuck two or three times a day, it’s still not enough. I always want more.”
My chest swells with masculine pride. “Snap, Hollywood. I always want you. Why do you think I have such a hard time keeping my hands off you?”
She rolls her eyes while fighting a smile. “Here I thought it’s because you love groping me in public and marking me as yours.”
I quirk a brow. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell no. I love when you get all possessive and the grabby hands come out.” Her eyes narrow a little. “Though I draw the line at public groping when we’re with your family, but otherwise, I have no issue with it.”
