JOEY
If you could ask my perfect way to wake up, I would tell you it’s with a woman with whiskey-colored eyes climbing on me.
All over me.
Her hands pull at my remaining clothing, and I grip her to stop. She looks up at me, smirking. It’s still dark, so that means we’ve only slept for a short time.
“Adora.”
Her eyes find mine. She is sitting on me now, and I lift her as I stand. She clings to me, naked.
“We still need to talk.”
“Mm-hmm, after,” is all I get out of her.
So I walk over to her small desk, place her ass on it, and then take a step back to admire her. She keeps her legs open, her hands planted on either side as she smiles.
My heart skips a damn beat.
Who would have thought a woman I found with someone else’s head between her legs would turn out to be my forever? I just have to convince her of that.
“What would you like me to do?” I ask, keeping my distance as I watch her. Her eyes are dark and stormy right now. She wants—no,needs—something that only I can give her.
“I want your mouth between my legs.” She spreads her legs a little wider to give me a better view. I lick my lips as I step forward. Then, placing a finger between her wet folds, I slide it down, and she lets out a soft moan as I lift it and put it to my lips. Her eyes flare as she watches me hungrily.
Leaning in, I grab her by the chin, gripping her so she can’t move, and kiss her. She opens her mouth and lets my tongue glide without hesitation. When she tries to move her hips forward to reach me, I let go of her chin and step back, breaking our kiss.
“Did you taste yourself?” I ask, and she nods as I drop to my knees in front of her. “Do you see why I’m addicted? How good your sweet cunt tastes to me?” She doesn’t speak, merely nods her head instead. I slap her pussy, and she yelps before I lean forward and kiss it better. “Words, darling. Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“And how did you taste?” I lean forward and kiss her again, slipping my tongue between her folds, flicking her clit. She moves her hips forward again, trying to reach me, but I stop her and pull away. “Darling, words.”
“As good as you,” she says, her head lolling backward as I reach for her again.
I move closer and push her legs as wide as they will go.
“Do you want my tongue to show you who your fucking husband should be…” I insert a finger, and she moans, “… darling?”
“Yes,” she replies automatically.
So I do just that.
My first taste is everything I missed. The next makes my cock rock fucking hard as I lick every inch because I am obsessed with everything she is.
She groans as I pump my finger into her pussy and lick my way to my very own salvation. It doesn’t take long before she pulls on my hair and calls out my name. I'm up as soon as she comes, and my cock is at her entrance. She smiles, and I can't help but kiss her.
“You’ll marry me again,” I tell her, slowly inserting myself into her pussy. “And you will let me fuck you every time your pussy craves me.”
“Yes.” I don’t know which one she agreed to, but I’m taking her answer and rolling with it.
“Fuck, your sweet cunt loves my cock. Feel that, darling. Feel how it milks the shit out of me.” She doesn’t answer, so I grip her chin again and push myself in even deeper, only stopping when I’m fully seated. “Tell me how much you want me.” I make a jerking movement, moving just a fraction as I let her chin go, and she cries into my shoulder, biting it before she speaks, “I want you.”
“Good girl.” I move and stop again.
“Now tell me how fucking much you want me.”
“Fuck. Joey. Fuck! Just fuck me.”