“Stay still.” My first and last warning rides under the music.
I stretch my hands across the bottom of her thighs until I tear the fishnets away to lick her skin. She earns a pussy slap when she moves.
“Hold your legs.”
With her legs spread and flesh bared, I grip the leather covering my snack and slide it to the side.
“You’re soaked, Trouble,” I say over her pussy, slick with her arousal. “Stay still for me.” I flatten my tongue in a slow skim of her entrance.
“Benny,” she moans.
I kiss her lips. “You like that, baby?” I kiss her again. “You enjoy teasing me?” My thumb presses into her clit.
Bianca whines.
“Stay fucking still.” I lap her cream. “You thought you were running shit?” She is, but I won’t admit it.
I spit, dig my fingers into her thighs, and bury my face in her pussy. My mouth moves from her lips to her ass, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit. Bianca writhes beneath me, her legs resting on my knees for leverage to grind into my face.
My grip tightens as I suck, my lips closing over her clit. She bursts in my mouth when I add two fingers.
“Ooh, sir! Fuck!”
“I am fucking you,” I growl, nipping her flesh. My tongue joins my fingers in search of another one. “Come for me again.”
Trouble puts up a fight to stall the orgasm chasing the first but crumbles at the pressure and the speed of my hands moving over her. In her.
“Sir!” Her body thrashes before she squirts.
Clear, colorless fluid spills over her pussy lips and thighs, which I lick clean. I take my time savoring her as I caress her soft skin.
“Benny,” she whimpers.
“Let me take care of you, baby,” I say through open-mouthed kisses over her quivering thighs.
Bianca practicing witchcraft with her pussy is the only explanation for this addiction. My draw to her makes no fucking sense, but I can’t get enough and would spend the rest of the night tongue-kissing her pussy if she let me.
Definitely witchcraft.
“Please, sir.”
I release my hold for Bianca to roll out of her headstand. She sits between my legs, eyes wild, her breathing ragged. I grab theback of her neck at the same time she reaches for me. Our kiss is rough. Possessive.
“Go get changed so I can take you back.”
She scurries to her feet and out the door.
I flop against the chair, my heart seconds from punching through my chest.
That woman is fucking dangerous.
Chapter 25
Pillowcase and a Lunchable
Bianca
Benny will pay for his crimes when he gets back from wherever he ran off to last night. I gave him my best performance and didn’t catch a single charley horse twerking on these 1980s knees. The man had his nostrils in my ass and still put me in the dungeon after Eden—like I didn’t have him moaning and seeing past lives the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
