Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

“Right,” she giggled. “I wonder who they would cast to play me.”

I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Only the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“You, darlin’. Only you could play you.”

She rolled her eyes and smacked me on the chest. “Here I was hoping you would say Megan Fox or someone sexy like that.”

“Was that all of the questions?”

“Yes, but I do have one more.” She propped herself up on her forearm and looked down at me. “Why don’t you guys just tell Marley she could maybe lay off the mystery ingredients and just follow the recipes,” Indiana laughed.

A laugh busted from my lips, and I pulled her in for a hug. “That been bothering you, darlin’?”

She nodded against my chest. “Yesh,” she slurred.

“One time, Troy did that. I wasn’t even born, but I know it did not end well.” I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Mom told me back when Marley and Tory got married Marley decided she was going to start cooking more because Tory is a major foodie.”

“They have to have been married for at least twenty years. How has she not become a little better at cooking in all of that time?” Indiana screeched.

I shrugged and dropped the remote on the floor. “No idea, but I do know I’m not interested in talking about Marley’s lack of cooking skills.”

“Oh, yeah?” Indiana whispered. “What do you have in mind we talk about?”

“I thought maybe we could pick up right where Zig had interrupted us this morning,” I suggested.

She leaned into me and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Right here? Is this what we were doing?”

I shook my head and rolled on top of her. “I think we were right here, but there were a lot less clothes between us.”

“Is that where I was playing with the Rubik’s cube?” she quipped.

“Just a little bit past that,” I laughed.

Her hand snaked between us, and she cupped me through my jeans. “Right here?” she whispered.

“Right there, darlin’,” I growled.

I took stripping off our clothes into my own hands and managed to skip the Rubik’s cube stage.

“Frost,” she moaned when my tongue flicked her clit.

With my face buried in her pussy, I was in fucking Heaven. Her scent surrounded me, and she tasted like pure honey on my lips.

Her fingers delved into my hair, and a moan ripped from her lips. She shoved her hips up, suffocating me in her pussy.

I drove her straight to the edge and then right over. Her body shook as her orgasm washed over her, and moans turned into soft mewls.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped.

I feathered kisses up her body until my lips were on hers, and she pleaded for more.

“Are you ready for me, darlin’?” I whispered.

She bit her lip and bucked her hips. “Ready and willing.” She snaked her hand down between us again and stroked the length of my cock. “No one better knock on that door for at least the next fifteen minutes.”

I groaned as she teased the tip of dick with her finger. “Keep that up, and we’ll only need two minutes.”