“Sweetheart, you taste even better than I remember,” I mumble against her flesh, causing her to shiver and clutch the counter harder until her fingers are blanched white.
I push one finger into her slick pussy, fucking it into her as I massage her clit with my tongue.
The sound of her dripping pussy as I fuck her with my fingers is obscene and makes my cock like an iron rod, threatening to punch its way out of my pants. She gets wetter and impossibly wetter as I continue to fuck her and then suck on her clit.
She grips my hair with one tight fist and I almost come there and then. There’s something about Silver pulling on my hair that drives me fucking wild and makes me close to coming in my pants without warning.
If she was to pull my hair and call me a good boy at the same time, I think I’d lose my fucking mind.
“You look so fucking hot like this, splayed out on the counter, about to come all over my tongue,” I mumble.
“Don’t stop, Roscoe. Feels... so... good.”
I twist my hand slightly, angling my fingers and sucking on her clit as she pulses around me, her legs twitching wildly as she lets out a soundless scream. Her legs clench around my head and she tugs my hair again.
I can barely breathe, but I don’t care. I’ll suffocate right here and die a happy man.
“Holy. Shit,” she pants. “You’re too damn good at that.” She smooths my hair back and tugs me up for a kiss. I press my cock against her soaking pussy and she murmurs in my ear, licking at the shell.
“Such a good boy, Roscoe. I love you so damn much.”
And that’s the point I lose it. My hips jerk uncontrollably as my balls tighten and I come my fucking brains out, black spots forming in my vision.
Fuck.
I just came hard, without my cock ever getting close to being inside her.
“I love you too, you dangerous woman.”
22
Silver
“No. No. No,” Hanna yells, tossing a game piece in the air and doling out a handful of cards into piles in front of her.
“There aren’t six pieces. There’s no way that’s part of the rules,” Luna replies, her voice as loud as I’ve ever heard it. She’s not shouting, but she’s as close to it as she can get.
“Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t part of the rules that the picture cards only count if there’s a tarot mixed in the deck,” Hanna yells back.
I’ve just come out from the bathroom and it seems like I’ve walked into full-blown warfare. Fueled by a board game that no one knows the rules to, considering they were made up a few years ago and each of us only remembers bits and pieces.
And the person who somehow knew them all isn’t here today.
We’ve been together most of the day. We spent hours helping Ro in the kitchen as he ordered everyone around like they were his minions. Somehow, being in charge in the kitchen morphed him into a different person and he got this gleam in his eye as he set us all to work. He even made Zeph reset the table with a tablecloth he’d dug out from who knows where, because it was ‘befitting for this masterpiece of a meal’.
