“I’ll replace them,” he vowed. “Black. Red. White. Any color you want, honey.” Staring at the beauty of her pussy, Vance murmured, “Fuck, you are one sexy woman. Wet and so damn lickable.”
“Oh, Vance,” she moaned.
“Put your legs over my shoulders,” he instructed her. She did as he bid, and the position put the apex of her thighs directly in line with his mouth. Vance’s cock hardened at the luscious sight. He grasped her hips, then pulled her closer and placed a soft kiss against her pussy. “Mm, that’s the flavor I’ve been craving,” he whispered as he used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips open, exposing her clitoris. He sucked it into his greedy mouth. Fuck, he was starving for some of her sweet cream.
Emotions tore at him as his tongue moved inside her succulent channel. His hands clasped her bottom, bringing her more fully against his mouth before he delved deeper. Vance groaned as Shayla raked her fingers through his hair and clutched on to him as if for dear life. When he flicked his tongue over and around her clit, she breathed out his name. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. Over and over, Vance played with her puffy, sensitive lips and extended clit.
All too quickly, her thighs began to quiver, and her body arched upward. Shayla screamed as her sweet honey flowed into his hungry mouth. Her legs fell to the mattress, and Vance relished the sight of her totally replete and at his mercy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was so open and trusting in that moment. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight. He kissed her mound and lifted to his knees. When her drowsy gaze landed on him, he wondered for a second what it would be like to see her this way every morning. It’d be a hell of a way to start the day.
“You’re rotten,” she muttered, pouting. “A dirty rotten scoundrel.”
The words were unexpected, and Vance laughed aloud. “You didn’t like it, huh?”
When her eyes began to twinkle with mischief, Vance knew he was in big trouble. Shayla sat up and pushed against his chest. “Lie down,” she ordered.
Vance was no dummy. He did as he was told. Her hands went to the fly of his jeans, and his cock flexed in expectation. When she had them open, Vance took over, pushing them down his hips and legs until they pooled at his feet. He kicked, and they fell to the end of the bed.
“I’m all yours, Shay,” he growled.
When her lips kissed the head of his cock, Vance groaned. All reason fled, and his blood rushed south. Tender little touches of her tongue drew a primitive response in him. He placed his hands on either side of her head and showed her the way he liked it. Soon she took over, and Vance was putty in her hands.
“That’s it, suck it, Shay,” Vance murmured.
Her eyelids drifted downward, and with one hand, Shayla guided him between her lips. A few inches of his dick was all she could manage, but it was enough to have precome dripping from the bulbous tip. She licked and teased, and his balls drew up tight. Vance clutched a fistful of her hair and pulled her mouth onto him a little more. She arched her neck and took him to the back of her throat. She moaned, and the sound vibrated clear down the length of his cock.
“Jesus,” he gritted out, hanging on to his control by a thin thread.
She sucked hard, and her hand moved to his balls, squeezing and fondling. When Shayla pulled his rigid length all the way out and placed a gentle kiss to the slit in the head, Vance cursed. She swept her soft tongue down the underside of his cock, as if she had all night to lick and play.
Vance groaned her name. It seemed to spark something wild in Shayla, and she began moving faster, sucking harder. It was as if she was hungry for his climax. The idea sent Vance over the edge.
He pumped her mouth, once, twice, and then he was shooting his come onto her waiting tongue and down her throat.
A few seconds passed before Shayla released him and sat up. Her lips were red and swollen. With her curvy body on display and her heart in her eyes, Vance knew it was a sight that would surely be etched into his brain forever.
“Now are you ready to talk?” Shayla asked as she planted her hands on her hips.
“Honey, I can’t even think straight much less hold a conversation after that.”
She swatted his thigh and got off the bed. “I knew you’d say that.” She pointed to the door and said, “You need to leave. Now.”
Vance stiffened. “Whoa, you’re throwing me out?”
“Yes,” she gritted out. “I don’t want to be a convenient plaything to you, Vance. I want more than that.”
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bsp; Her words had him alert and angry in an instant. He shot off the bed and moved toward her. “Is that what you really think of me? That I’m that much of a bastard?”
She threw her hands in the air. “I don’t know what to think,” she tossed back. “All I know for sure is that you won’t talk to me. For whatever reason, you refuse to open up to me. I need more than that. I need a man who will want me for more than sex.”
In a heartbeat, he took hold of her arms and yanked her against him. “The only man you need is me.”
She wiggled her shoulders, and he let her go. “Yes, I know,” she said. “I love you and only you.” He watched her walk to her closet, his eyes drawn to the delectable sight of her ass. She pulled out an oversize pink terrycloth robe. After she had it belted, she said, “The problem is, you don’t need me. See how this is all one-sided?”
Vance felt cornered, and he wasn’t even sure why. He didn’t know what to say to make it right. She was right about one thing. She did deserve a man who could give her 100 percent. Could he do that? “I care about you,” he blurted out. “More than any woman I’ve ever known.”
Shayla sighed and stepped toward him. She placed her palm against his cheek and murmured, “I’m rushing you, and that’s not fair. I’ve only been back in your life a few days, I know, but I’ve imagined this moment for so long. I’ve thought about it over and over. Blackwater is my home. I want a family of my own. I want to raise kids here. My whole life I’ve let someone else tell me who I should be and what I should do. Those days are over. I came back because I wanted another chance with you. You’re the man I think of when I imagine my future. Only you.” She closed her eyes tight and groaned. “Oh, God, I’m sorry. This is too much too soon.”