CREW
This girl,goddamn.
She is dirty and agreeable to anything, and so fucking responsive. The sounds she makes, the way she arches against me, as if she can’t get enough. When I went down on her from behind, her pussy was soaked, drenching my face as I ate at her flesh.
Fuck, I’d do it again. Right now, if she let me.
I took a risk, touching her asshole like that after she milked the orgasm right out of me. I wanted to test her. See what she was up for. I’m probably moving too fast.
But her pussy clenched up on me when I touched her there. She squirmed and whimpered and practically begged for more when I kept it up.
My little former virgin is up for anything.
How the fuck did I get so lucky?
Once we get cleaned up, we end up lying in my bed, lazing the rest of the afternoon away. She eventually grabs the lipstick and goes to the mirror above my dresser, bending over to watch herself carefully as she applies the deep red shade. Her ass is sticking up in the air and I can see the sweet shadow of her pussy in her pose.
My cock rises to the occasion, eager to get back inside.
She turns to face me, rubbing her ruby red lips together, the lipstick still clutched in her fingers. “What do you think?”
“Hot as fuck,” I say, my gaze on her tits.
She knows where I’m staring because she rests her empty hand on her hip, a frustrated noise leaving her. “I’m talking about my mouth.”
I level my gaze on her made-for-sin lips, painted a deep, rich red. “Come over here and wrap them around my dick. Then I’ll tell you what I think.”
Laughing, she caps the lipstick and sets it on the dresser before she saunters over to the bed. When she gets close enough, I grab hold of her, pulling her on top of me. I’m about to kiss those pretty lips, but she dodges away from my mouth.
“I have a plan,” she practically purrs.
“What is it?”
“I want to try and do the same thing I did last time.” When I frown, she explains, “I want to kiss you. Leave lipstick imprints on your skin. You said this shade would show up better, remember?”
I do remember. Wait until she sees what else I have in store for her.
“Have at it.” I open my arms wide and let them fall by my side, as if I’m helpless. She repositions herself, straddling me once again. She touches the ring—her ring—that hangs on my chain, her expression thoughtful.
“Do you want it back?” I ask, knowing what my answer will be if she says yes.
A firm no.
Wren slowly shakes her head. “I don’t know what I’m going to say when I’m asked where it is though.”
“You lost it?” Which is true.
She lost it—her virginity—to me.
“He’ll be mad.”
“He’ll be mad no matter what you tell him. What would he do if you told him the truth?” I raise a brow.
“Rip this right off your neck.” She traces the gold chain.
“I wouldn’t give him the opportunity.” My smile is smug. I could take Harvey Beaumont. That man doesn’t scare me. I’ve had to deal with my father and uncles my entire life. Those guys would slay Beaumont dead with just a fucking look.
“Ooh, you’re so tough,” Wren teases.