Page 136 of The Sweetest Return

His stomach tightened.

“That’s it. Give me that throat.”

The praise made me hungrier. Wetter. Bolder. I let him slide farther, breathing through it, eyes watering when he touched the back of my throat. He eased back immediately, palm firm beneath my head, thumb stroking my cheek.

“You good?”

I squeezed his thigh once.

His eyes darkened.

“That’s my girl.”

Dre fed himself to me slowly, each stroke controlled, each retreat giving me just enough air before he slid back in. My throat worked around him, and the sound that came from me was messy and helpless and exactly what he wanted to hear.

His hand left my breast and moved lower.

Across my stomach.

Past the navel ring.

Between my thighs.

I jerked when his fingers found my clit.

“Stay open,” he said.

I tried.

God, I tried.

His fingers circled the ring with careful pressure while his dick moved over my tongue, and my body did not know where to put the pleasure. My nipples were wet and aching. My pussy was still swollen from his mouth. My throat stretched around him, and every rough sound he made above me turned the whole thing filthier.

“Softest fucking lips,” he said. “You know that?”

I moaned.

“Yeah, you know.” His fingers slid down, gathering wetness, then returned to my clit. “And this pretty pussy still begging while your mouth full.”

My hips lifted.

His hand pressed low on my stomach.

“Don’t run.”

I gagged softly when he pushed a little deeper, and his whole body went still.

He eased back. “Too much?”

I squeezed his thigh again.

Dre’s eyes darkened.

“Greedy ass.”

The words should not have done anything for me.

They did.