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He chuckles against my pussy. “But you will, baby girl.”
Jesus Christ on a cracker.
I detonate. I come so hard, I see nothing but white spots. He continues to suck on me through my orgasm, making my legs shake. He then swirls his tongue around the opening of my pussy, lapping at my…well, hell…our come. I groan in pleasure at the thought of him tasting us. No one has ever done that to me, and it’s really hot to see a big, burly man between my legs, lapping up our orgasms. When he stands, I can only stare at him when he cages my head with his hands. He locks his eyes with mine, his lips and beard glistening with our releases, leaving me to moan as I arch up into him. His eyes dance before he leans in and grabs hold of my jaw. With his other hand, he taps my lips with an expectant look on his face, his eyes molten for me. I raise my brow, confused, and once more, he taps on my lips.
When I open my mouth to ask “What?” he deposits our come into my mouth, and I can’t keep my eyes from widening. His hold on my jaw is hard and has my belly clenching as he says, “Swallow.” I don’t even hesitate; I do as he asks, and he nods approvingly. “That’s my good girl.”
Can you come from praise? I think I am.
Gasping, I gaze up at him as he thumbs my bottom lip. “Do you taste how good we are together?”
Breathlessly, I whisper, “Yes.”
He leans in so that I can’t see anything but him. He moans against my lips. “You may be taking breakfast to go.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m nowhere near done eating mine.”
With that, he drops back to his knees and buries his face between my thighs.
And continues to feast on me for breakfast.
CHAPTER 17
Riggs
I can still taste Clara on my lips.
Smell her on my skin.
Hear her cries as she came.
And I want more.
A lot more.
Which wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I was supposed to fuck her, be good, and walk away.
That’s not happening.
I can’t pinpoint what it is, but something about this girl has me in a choke hold. I have this animalistic need to claim her. Make her mine so that no one can have her. It doesn’t make sense. It has been fourteen years since my heart has fully pounded in my chest, and fuck, if it’s not pounding at the mere thought of her.
Her smiles.
Her doe eyes.
Her lips.
Her fuckable body.
That mouth that doesn’t shut up.
Everything. Her. I want all of her.
I don’t understand what I’m feeling. I don’t get this need for her. I had her. It should be enough, but it’s not even close. I want to know everything about her. I want to hold her. Be with her. Laugh with her. Train her fool of a dog.
Fuck me, I sound like a fucking teenager after getting his cock wet for the first time.
