Page 187 of The Sweetest Return

“Fuck, baby.”

I stroked two fingers through all that wetness and pushed them inside her while my mouth stayed on her clit. Her pussy tightened around my fingers, greedy and hot, trying to pull me deeper. I curled them, found what I wanted, and watched her start to come apart against the wall.

“That’s it,” I said against her. “Give it to me.”

Her body writhed, hips bucking into my mouth, nails scraping my scalp as pleasure took her. She came with her back against the wall, one leg over my shoulder, pussy pulsing around my fingers while I kept my mouth on her and drank everything she gave me.

I didn’t stop until she pushed weakly at my head.

“Wait,” she gasped.

I kissed her swollen clit once more because she tasted too good to leave alone.

Her whole body jumped.

I stood, wiping my mouth with my thumb, and watched her look at me.

She was ruined already.

Bra crooked. Breasts out. Bra still clinging to her. Boots on. Lips parted. Eyes wet and hungry and dazed.

Perfect.

My pants were open before I thought about opening them.

I pulled my dick free, hard and heavy, and her eyes dropped.

She whimpered.

“Look at you,” I said. “Still hungry.”

She lifted those pretty eyes to mine. “I need you.”

That was all she had to say.

I reached for her, gripped her thighs, and lifted her right there in the middle of her apartment. Her legs wrapped around me, boots pressing into my back. Boxes surrounded us. Something knocked against my ankle. The world narrowed to her arms around my neck and the wet heat of her pussy sliding against the head of my dick.

I held her there for one breath. Just one.

Then I pushed inside.

Her cry came out strangled and beautiful, breaking against my mouth while her body took me in. Wet. Tight. Bare. Pulling at me with a suction so deep my knees locked before I could take another step.

“Fuck, Mani.”

Her face tucked into my neck.

I gripped her fat ass and held her open, letting myself feel what her body was doing to me. The slick pull. The tight stretch. The way her pussy clenched and released around my dick like she had been made to welcome me back and punish me for ever letting her go at the same time.

“You feel that?” I said, voice rough.

She nodded against me.

“No. Talk to me.”

“I feel it.”

“Yeah, you do.”