“I need to come.”
“I’ve got you.”
While one hand played her clit like a base, the other slipped under her sweatshirt, circling around to cup her heavy breast. Good boys played according to the rules . . . but they also knew when to bend them. Which was why in the next minute, I pinched her nipple, leaned forward, and bit down through the heavy cotton. She hadn’t said anything about biting. Not today, at least.
She came with my name on her lips and her hands clutching the back of my head, holding me to her tits while I grunted out my release.
“I thought we talked about biting,” she said between shallow breaths. She unwound her arms, releasing my head from her pillowy chest. Her body shook again when I swirled my fingers through her pussy once, twice, and a third time before bringing them to my lips and sucking them clean.
“Mm,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
She blinked back at me, dazed.
And maybe a little confused.
Eventually, she climbed off my lap. A slow smile crept across my face when she teetered on unsteady legs like a baby deer. My face fell not ten seconds later when she darted down the hallway, making a beeline for the washer and dryer.
Here I was, covered in both of our cum and still trying to catch my breath, while she ran a fucking marathon down the hall.
“Are you okay?”
“I should go.”
I leapt to my feet when she stumbled over her words and then nearly fell on my face when I caught the curve of her bare ass peeking out from beneath the sweatshirt.
Fuck, she looks good with my name on her back.
She dressed quickly, shimmying her bare, luscious ass into her jeans, all without removing my sweatshirt. As far as I was concerned, it was her sweatshirt now. I would never be able to look at it again without seeing her tits bouncing beneath the fabric as she rode my cock.
“Angel, just let me clean myself up and we can talk.”
Her eyes shot down to the wet spot staining my pants.
“Nessa?”
She blinked. “This was a mistake. I’m just—” Her eyes met mine. “I’m sorry.”
She tore out of the room after that, leaving her shirt and panties behind in the dryer.
Great.
This wasn’t how I had imagined tonight ending—head in my hands, jizz in my joggers—but it was a start. A sticky one, but still.
Nessa could run all she wanted, so long as she knew that I would chase her.To the ends of the Earth.I would give her a day or two to collect her thoughts, but after that, she was mine.
She might not have realized it yet, but I was in this thing for the long haul. We’d crossed the point of no return the moment she’d kissed me in the street; my name on her lips while she came only sweetened the deal. Tonight hadn’t been some aberration or itch needing to be scratched. There was no way I was willing to give up on her—on us—now, no matter how long it took to convince her.
And little did she know, but I could be very,verypersuasive.
Nessa
Roasters 101–61
Iwas drowning in satin and tulle.
“The yellow one is still my favorite,” June said.
“I like the black sequins, though.”
