“What are you doing?” she hisses.
I lick the soft flesh and hum. “I’m making you come, baby. Now shh. I’m on the clock.” With my thumb, I drag my saliva around her hole. Then I slide inside her.
In response, she squeezes tightly. Fuck, it will feel so good when she’s squeezing my cock like this.
I work my thumb out and back in, then lick at her again. I alternate until she’s a crying mess, her legs shaking, her pussy spasming, searching for something to fuck. God, it’s heavenly to watch. With my free hand, I stroke her clit, keeping the rhythm in time with the work I’m doing on her ass. In a matter of seconds, she’s coming undone.
“JJ, please. Oh god. Fuck, shit, fuck. That’s not right. Oh my god.” Moaning, she grinds her pussy against my hand, the move making her ass swallow my thumb. Then with a scream, she comes.
When the spasming stops, I drop down beside her, grinning. “Pretty sure I won.”
She slumps, covering her eyes. “I hate you.”
Amusement rolls through me. “No, you don’t.”
She shakes her head, a smile on her pretty face. “No, I really don’t.” Sighing, she shifts, taking me in. When her attention drops below my waist, she bites her bottom lip. “You’re hard again.”
“You just came all over my tongue and fingers.”
Her laugh is loud in my quiet bedroom. “And?”
“Adeline.” I huff. She still doesn’t get it. “My absolute dream girl just moaned about how I was a god while squirting all over my bed. Of course I’m hard.”
She snorts. “I did not call you a god. And I didn’t squirt.”
I push her over and swipe at the wet spot on the sheet, then hold up my finger. “Oh no?”
Hands on my chest, she pushes me back, hard. Then she jumps on top of me, her strong thighs squeezing my hips tight. “You’re such an ass.”
I dip my chin. “Who’s obsessed with your ass. Yes. That’s me.”
“Oh my god. You’re going to be so annoying about this, aren’t you?” She tosses her head back, her hair cascading around her shoulders.
She’s so goddamn beautiful, even when reprimanding me.
“So annoying,” I promise.
She squeezes her eyes shut and huffs. “Fine. I guess I can accept that.”
Laughing, I clutch her hips. “Oh, really?”
“Yeah, considering I like you and all—” She rolls her eyes. “I guess I just have to accept this is who you are.”
I take her in, my heart near bursting. “No, Adeline, you don’t just like me.”
She bites her lip, her eyes darting away.
“Say it,” I demand.
“What?” She plays dumb.
“Adeline.”
“Jesus, JJ.” She groans. “You’re so damn needy.”
Laughing, I arch a brow.
“Fine,” she grouses. “I love you.”
