Good. This girl was too smug for my liking. I planned to wipe that out when I made her scream with pleasure.
“I’m waiting.”
Finally, she set her socks-covered feet on the counter, her skirt falling back, and dropped her thighs apart, revealing her slick slit. Fuck. I clenched my jaw and waited.
A blush darkening her cheeks, she spread her lips open. It was like an offering, and I was dying for a taste.
A low growl erupting from my throat, I swept my tongue between her folds, over her fingers—tasting her musky wetness and silky-smooth flesh, and finding that tiny part of her which gave her so much pleasure. Lightly, I nipped her clit, and she whimpered, both her hands grabbing my hair. I held her thighs apart. The delicious little noises escaping her had my dick going rock hard as I worked her with licks and little nips of pleasure.
She whimpered, her hips moving faster, pressing into my mouth as she chased after her orgasm. “War—”
“I got you.” I pushed a finger into her, then added another, and sucked firmly.
“Ohhh, God!” she cried out as she came, her inner muscles clamping down on my fingers, then she fell flat on the counter, her legs collapsing, and she just lay there, panting hard. Hell, she was like my own special brand of drug.
“Okay?” I asked with a smile.
“No,” she groaned, pushing up. “I don’t think I can feel my legs anymore.”
I laughed, grasped her chin, and kissed her hard, but then she broke away and slipped off the counter and lowered to her knees. She shoved my boxers and jeans lower, and lightly brushed the head of my painfully erect cock with her lips.
CHARLI
War groaned, his eyes darkening, jaw clenched.
Too bad, because I wanted to break that rigid control. I knew how important control was to him, but forthis, I wanted him to shatter.
Watching his burning eyes, I wrapped my hand around the base of his thick, long shaft, aware my fingers didn’t even touch, but then he was a big guy. I ran my tongue down his length, then up again, before wrapping my lips around the head of his dick.
War threaded his fingers of one hand through my fastened hair, cupping my head, guiding me as he fed my mouth, deeper and deeper, the nerve pulsing harder on his jaw. But my hands squeezing the base of his shaft gave me control over how much I swallowed so I didn’t choke.
Every grunt that escaped him was as if he was fighting to cling onto his eroding control. I worked him with my teeth and tongue as he shuttled in and out of my mouth, then I tightened my lips and gently squeezed his sac—
“Fuck!” A harsh grunt escaped him, his face flushed, eyes gone a midnight blue. “You do that, and I’ll come in your mouth!”
I continued, regardless. The nerve on his jaw pulsed, and I knew he was gritting his teeth—
Growling, he pulled out of my mouth and swept me into his arms.
“But I wasn’t done yet,” I grumbled, despite my sore jaw and my puffy lips.
The snarl came back, and his mouth covered mine in an intensely carnal kiss as he strode to the living room.
He set me down. “On your knees on the couch and hold on,” he rasped.
I knelt on the leather and grabbed the backrest, then glanced over my shoulder.
He pushed up my skirt, grasped my hips. His shaft probed my core. Blue eyes met mine as his grip tightened. His jaw clenched, he pushed into me, then some more—
A gasp escaped, his massive dick overwhelming me in this position, stretching me so damn much, but feeling so incredibly perfect.
“Okay?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He grunted, gripped my ass as he retreated, then plunged back in again, sending me reeling. His hard body came over mine. He kissed my shoulder, then he began to move harder and faster as he impaled me and retreated.
The sensation of him moving inside had me shutting my eyes, everything in me focusing on where we were joined. He palmed both my breasts, grasping my nipples and tugging as he shunted into me, hiking my arousal. Pleasure reverberated through my body, but he gave me no chance to indulge in the sensation. One hand slid between my thighs. He grasped my clit and tugged—
