“Did you mean that?” he asked again.
I didn’t answer.
I do think it’ll solve the problem—
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned as his fingers resumed sliding across the most sensitive part of me.
“Did you mean it when you said you wanted to be with me?”
Holding his gaze and gripping his biceps, I didn’t answer that question either.
Lamar nodded, hooking two fingers inside me and sliding them to his knuckles. I started to grind on his hand, but he held my hip in place, subduing me. I felt him starting to pull out, and I whimpered again.
“Do you want to be just friends, Jazzy?” he asked, before he pushed his fingers back in again.
“Oh God,” I exhaled. Shutting my eyes made everything heightened.
I felt him staring at me. I felt the haggard bursts of air from his lungs. And I definitely felt his fingers inside me.
“I would do anything for you,” he growled. His fingers expertly moved in and out of me as his mouth captured my own. “No bullshit on the internet changes that.”
My arousal grew while we kissed with reckless abandon.
“Nothing changes that, you hear me?” Lamar whispered hoarsely against my lips.
“Yes,” I moaned as he pulled his fingers out and played with my clit. “Right there.” I felt myself approaching the cliff, and I was ready to fall. “Lamar, right there.”
He pulled his fingers away.
I sucked in a sharp breath, missing his touch.
Pulling my dress up and over my head, he left me naked in front of him. His hands moved over my bare skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
“I’m not letting you come on my fingers,” he whispered against my lips. Dropping to his knees, he threw my left leg over his shoulder and used his flattened tongue to drive me crazy. Once I started to shake, he sucked and flicked my clit until I came on his face.
When he rose to his feet, he crashed his lips into mine, kissing me feverishly. My hands roamed his chest before grabbing his T-shirt and deepening the kiss. And after a minute, I was pushing his sweatpants down and dropping to my knees.
“Jazz, you— fuck!”
As soon as I enveloped his dick in my mouth, he let out a groan so feral and needy, I felt compelled to take it to the back of my throat. I wanted him on the brink of exploding. Putting on the performance of a lifetime, I gave him head that was so sloppy, so nasty, so sexy that he’d never forget it. When I made eye contact with him as I was gagging on it, I could tell he was close.
“I want you inside me,” I murmured as I rose to my feet.
Without warning, he lifted me, cupping my ass. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he locked his arms in place. Sharing sloppy kisses, he carried me down the hallway with his fingers digging into my thick thighs as he handled my weight. When we stopped moving, he pulled out of the kiss, and when he slid me down his body, I could feel how ready he was for me.
He wrapped a hand around my throat and whispered, “Get in the middle of the bed.”
I didn’t know what was more intense: the throbbing in my chest or the throbbing between my thighs. My gut twisted, and my breathing hitched as I did as I’d been told.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I kept my eyes on him as I scooted to the middle. He removed his shirt. And after pulling a condom from the pocket of his sweatpants, he removed those as well.
Heavy, hard, and with a slight curve to the right, his dick jutted prominently from his body, hanging from the weight of it.
I licked my lips hungrily.Damn.
As I watched him roll the latex over his thick erection, I ran my hands over my body.
Just the thought of him inside me, stretching me, fucking mewas making me heady. I pinched my nipples and spread my legs wider.
