“Fuck,” I growl, pumping like my life is on the line while her pussy grips me tight, pulsing around me. More fucking pumps into her, and I’m spilling into her pulsing cunt, my body jerking at the force of my orgasm.
“Shit. I meant that to last longer.”
She shivers and lets out a bark of laughter. “Don’t apologize. I like knowing I have the ability to make you crazy like that.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, still breathless. “Yes! Believe it or not, I don’t inspire this kind of reaction in men. Knowing that a man like you wants me that bad, it’s kind of a turn-on.”
My cock twitches inside her. “You are fucking beautiful, Letty. Sexy as fuck too.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not. I have these, and that’s about it,” she says and grips her tits before releasing them.
I watch them jiggle and lick my lips. “Wrong.”
“Shades, please.”
I shake my head. “No. You’re wrong.” And I feel the urge to show her just how wrong she is. “You feel my cock growing inside of you?”
Her eyes widen at the crude question, but she nods.
“I want to fuck you again already. I want to hear your moans and groans and those little noises you make when you come. I want to see those beautiful tits jiggle with every thrust but more than that? I want to make you come like a fucking rocket. I want to give you all the pleasure.”
She looks up at me in confusion.
“You are beautiful. And sexy. And all I want to do is make you feel as amazing as you are.”
I slide from her body and slip two fingers inside, pumping slowly as I wrap my mouth around one of her fantastic tits. I suck them and bite her nipples while I finger fuck her, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until she’s coming apart again.
Until she’s smiling. “Shades,” she moans and twitches, her hand gripping my wrist and even she doesn’t know if she wants me to stop or keep going. “Shades.”
“Yes, Letty?”
She smiles even wider. “Okay. I believe you.”
“You sure? Because I can show you again?” I say with a raised eyebrow. God knows, I want to show her again.
Letty laughs so hard, her shoulders shake.
“I’m not sure I can take anymore without craving you and this,” she motions between us.
That’s how, my wicked brain says smugly. Smart and beautiful and sassy as hell, but she craves me.
“I’m already craving you, Church Girl.”
Her cheeks pinken, and whatever she’s about to say is cut off by the sound of my phone ringing upstairs.
“You should get that.”
I freeze because I’m not ready to burst this bubble. I have to, though, because I know we’re about to be in the middle of some shit with the Kings, and I can’t afford to let the call go to voicemail.
I help her off the table and take the stairs two at a time to get to my phone. “Yeah?” I growl when I answer. “What’s up?”
“We got a lead on where our fucking money is,” Ace says without greeting. “I need you back at the clubhouse so we can get our shit back.”
I nod as my eyes scan the room in search of my clothes, reaching for my jeans as I answer. “I’m on my way,” I tell him.
“Good. I’ll send someone to keep an eye on Letty. Come the moment he arrives.” Ace ends the call, and I get dressed.