She sighs when my fingers brush against her stomach, a shudder racking through her.
“That feels good.”
“Youfeel good,” I counter.
She smiles against me. “I know something else that will feel good.”
Then she’s dropping to her knees, taking me into her wet, warm mouth before I can even register what’s happening.
It’s not the first time she’s worshipped my cock with her tongue, but it still somehow feels like it is, and I think that’s because I’ll never quite get used to being with her like this and how absolutely fucking euphoric it is.
“Summer,” I say, my hands sliding into her hair. I don’t know if I’m pulling her closer or trying to push her away. “I’m gonna come like this.”
She pulls off me long enough to say, “Pretty sure that’s the point.”
Then her mouth is back right where I want it, and I’m lost in the feeling again as she sucks me to the back of her throat.
It’s too much, having her tongue swirl around me, one hand working over my cock, the other cupping my balls just the way I like it.
“I’m warning you, Sunny,” I say, tugging her silky brown locks. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to make a mess.”
She flicks her gaze up to me but doesn’t let go.
A minute later I’m delivering on my promise, and she sucks me down like she’s never wanted anything more.
I don’t think I have either.
I pull her up almost instantly, pressing my mouth to hers, not caring that I just came inside it. I just need to kiss her. Need to feel her against me.
I only break our kiss long enough to tug her shirt over her head. I toss it aside—a problem for later—and find her lips again. After devouring her mouth, I kiss my way down her chin and over her throat, nipping at her just because I can.
When I see the little marks I’m leaving behind, only one word goes through my mind—mine.
It’s absurd. Absolutely fucking preposterous considering we’re not really anything, but I can’t stop thinking it.
Mine,I chant as I push her skirt up.
Mine,I say again as I slide her panties to the side.
Mine,I think as I press two fingers into her needy cunt.
“You’re so goddamn wet for me, Sunny.”
She nods, her head thrown back. “All for you.”
“Want to fuck you.” I pump into her, hooking my fingers and pressing on that spot I know drives her wild. “Can I do that? Can I bury my cock inside you until you’re whimpering in my arms?”
“Please. Please, Ezra,” she begs, and the sound is like the perfect song.
I pull my fingers from her and grab her by the waist, sitting her up on the pinball machine she’s been pressed against. Thank god for tempered glass, or else I’d be scared of breaking the top.
“Get your tits out. I want to see them bounce as I fuck this beautiful pussy,” I tell her.
She scrambles to do just that, and I have to stop and admire her once the material is tossed to the side.
Her skirt is up around her waist, her panties pushed to the side, showing off her glistening center. Her hair is wrecked from my hands, her lips swollen from my kisses, and her neck peppered with bite marks. She’s a fucking vision. A true work of art.
“What?” she whispers into the quiet cidery.
