Trouble

My lips cover hers at once, consuming her request. Releasing my grip on her arms, I slide my hands up to her neck, to her jaw, holding her face securely. Her mouth opens, and I sweep my tongue inside, tasting sweet caramel ice cream.

Pulling her lips with mine, I kiss her cheek, her nose. “You had some ice cream?”

My lips travel to her eyelids, which are closed.

“I had a bite…” Her voice is breathy. “Then I came for what I really wanted.”

Leaning down, I kiss her again. This time, I drive my fingers into her hair, tilting her head so I can consume her more fully. Her head drops back, but her body presses forward against mine. She grips my wrists with her hands, exhaling a soft moan as she pulls me closer.

Only one way can I get closer.

Our tongues curl, and I nip at her upper lip with my teeth. She makes me hungry. She makes me feral. She makes me want to mark her body with my teeth, my hands.

Lifting my head, I meet her eyes, now navy with desire. “I want to fuck you, Sin. Can I?”

“Yes.” She doesn’t hesitate.

Catching the bottom of her tank top, I lift it over her head, allowing those luscious girls to spill out. I want to drop to my knees, but I lift her into my arms instead, carrying her to my bed, where she should always be.

I’m not analyzing that statement too closely right now.

“Come here.” She reaches for me, and out of curiosity, I stop what I?

?m doing to comply. “You don’t need this.” She unbuttons my shirt starting at the top, following the progress of her fingers with her lips against my heated skin.

When she gets to the bottom, she slides her tongue over my stomach, kissing a line around the waist of my pants and sending my dick to full mast.

“Jesus,” I hiss, closing my eyes. I place my hands beside her ears, threading my fingers in her hair. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

My thigh muscles twitch when she cups my cock with her palm over my pants. “Sorry, guy. You heard the boss.”

A deep laugh rolls up from my belly, and I grip her under the arms, pulling her to her knees on the side of the bed, placing her face directly across from mine.

Her blue eyes sparkle with horny mischief, and I’m smiling. I’m actually fucking smiling after that trip through my macabre past.

My eyes are on her, and she’s blinking up at me. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Too late.” I’m not sure if my words are meant for her or for me.

I’ve thought about this so many times, and it’s too late for turning back. My shirt is off, and I pull her to me. Her breasts flatten against my hard chest, and I feel her hands moving fast, working to unfasten my pants and push them down my hips.

Stepping back, I quickly finish the job, shoving them to the side, and going to the nightstand to grab a condom from the drawer. Ripping it open, I hesitate when I see her perched on the edge of the bed watching me, licking her lips.

“God, Sin, where did you come from?”

“A little farther south of you.” I approach the bed, and she rises onto her knees.

While I grabbed the condom, she removed her pajama pants. Now she’s leaning forward, back arched, lifting her gorgeous tits up to me. Her mouth is luscious and tempting, her red hair falls around her shoulders, and her creamy little ass is soft as a peach.

Normally, I wouldn’t know where to begin. Tonight, I catch her by the chin and kiss her slowly, growing firmer as my need flames hotter. I hold her waist, moving her onto her back on the bed, kissing her jaw, her neck, her shoulder as I make my way lower.

Leaning down, I run my nose along the crease of her thigh, teasing her bare pussy with my breath. She moans and slides her ankles together.

“First, my lady.” Placing my hands on her thighs, I spread them apart, leaning down to drag my tongue slowly over her clit.

“Spencer,” she gasps, her fingers shooting into the sides of my hair. “Oh, God…”

Her hips are quick to follow my tongue, and her fingers curl at my ears, growing more frantic as my tongue moves quicker.