Page 134 of The Sweetest Return

His beard was wet.

His eyes were not merciful.

“Don’t lie to me with my fingers in your pussy.”

A broken laugh left me, then turned into a moan when his hand moved again.

“Yes.”

“Say it for me.”

“I’m close…Fuckkkkkk”

“Yes, baby.” His mouth returned to my clit. “I want it.”

The pressure changed.

“I want it all.”

So did I.

My fingers dragged over his shoulder, then twisted in the robe beneath me because I needed something to hold that would not ask anything of me. Dre kept talking against me, low and filthy, every word landing where his mouth already had me open.

“That’s my favorite pussy,” he murmured. “Still sweet. Still greedy. Still cumming for me like she missed me.”

The orgasm hit so hard I cried out, back bowing off the couch while my pussy pulsed around his fingers. Dre held me through it, mouth still on me, tongue still moving, drawing it out until pleasure became too much and my legs trembled around his shoulders.

“Dre, wait.”

He gave me one last slow lick, then kissed the inside of my thigh.

I was still breathing hard when he stood.

His robe hung open.

His mouth was wet.

His dick was thick and hard between us, and my body, ruined as it was, still wanted to answer.

“Now,” he said, wrapping one hand around himself. “You can have dessert.”

My mouth watered.

Dre helped me up from the couch, but he did not give me time to gather dignity. He kissed me as he guided me toward the bedroom, letting me taste myself on his tongue, one hand low at my back, the other at my hip.

The bedroom was darker than the sitting room, city light slipping through the windows and laying across the bed in soft strips. Dre stopped at the foot of it and looked at me like he already knew exactly where he wanted me.

“On your back.”

I climbed onto the bed, robe open, body still damp from his mouth. He guided me until my head rested near the edge, my braids spilling over the side, my throat exposed. Then he stood at the foot of the bed above me, tall and dark and beautiful, his robe slipping from his shoulders until nothing stood between my mouth and all that hunger.

For a second, I only stared.

“Dre.”

He looked down at himself, then back at me. “What?”

“You know what.”