“Why?” I grunt, narrowing my eyes. She looks down at her body, and it clicks. “What did I tell you before, Shiloh? What did I say about exactlythis?”
She thinks for a moment, then gasps. “You said you look forward to the day when you can have my thighs wrapped around your head while you eat me. Then something about being buried so deep inside me that you—” she breaks off, her face beet red.
“That I what?” I groan, adjusting my cock. I want to fuck her so bad right now; my cock is practically weeping.
“Suffocate,” she whispers.
Nodding, I yank her closer and slap her thigh. “That’s right. Hop on and give your man what he wants.”
It takes a little shifting, but I finally get her where I want her, her thighs spread wide on either side of my head, her long dress yanked up, giving me a perfect view of her lush body. I don’t give her a second to rethink or object before tugging her down, so she’s sitting on my face instead of hovering. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to suffocate between her thighs.
I inhale deeply, taking in her musky, sweet scent. Her pussy’s already dripping for me, and I know it won’t take long to get her off, but this isn’t for her; it’s for me.
Yeah, I want to make my girl cum. I want to make her cum one hundred times a day, but this right here? This is purely for selfish reasons. My possessive instincts when it comes to her are insane, and right now, I need to be covered in her scent. I need her cum all over my face and chest. I need her to mark me the way I’ve marked her.
How much more seed do I need to put inside her to make sure it takes? Is it like a one-and-done deal? If I keep stuffing her full, will she have twins? Triplets?
Fuck.
My tongue lashes out, licking up the juices dripping steadily from her core. I groan at the first taste of her as it explodes in my mouth. Perfect. She’s perfect. She whimpers, her hips twitching. I wrap my arms around her thighs, and thenI feast.
I eat Shiloh’s cunt like I’m a dehydrated man in the middle of the desert. I lick and suck and bite. I ravage her, licking her from taint to clit before repeating the process. I lick long strokes up and down, then suck her clit into my mouth. Biting down on the tiny, hard nub. I spear my tongue into her cunt, fucking her like it’s my cock, then swap it out for my fingers.
I fuck her with one then two. Curling them until I’m massaging her g-spot. The spot I know makes my woman squirt every damn time. I add fingers until I’m practically fisting her, knowing she loves the stretch.
I don’t stop, even when she’s shaking and whispering her protests.
I don’t stop, even when she’s clenching out her release.
I don’t stop, even when she cries out, making more noise than she’s supposed to. Instead, I tilt my head, biting her fleshy thigh in a warning. She grabs a pillow, muffling her cries with it. I rip my mouth away from her cunt, praising her.
“You’re such a good girl, Babydoll.” She whines a low, drawn-out sound. Another release barrels through her at nothing but my words. She gushes, cumming all over my face and chest.
I smile.
Guess I know what set her off earlier.
I clean her up, licking every single drop from her pussy and thighs. She trembles, her poor cunt oversensitive from all the action. I release her and rub slow, soothing strokes down her back while she comes down from her high. She exhales a ragged breath and shifts down, moving off my face. She goes to stand, but I grab her hand, tugging her down next to me.
Shiloh’s eyes widen when she takes in the state of me. Her face flushes, but then she leans in and cleans her cum from my face and chest. Licking me clean.
I groan as my cock twitches out a spurt of cum at the sight. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I grunt. Shiloh looks up at me, her tongue dragging up my throat. She grins, licking her lips clean. I grab her face, smashing our lips together.
We make out like teenagers, on my childhood bed, for I don’t know how long. The entire time, thoughts of my younger years spiral through my mind. When I was struggling, not knowing what my future held or where I’d end up. I never lost the dream of a family of my own. Never. No matter how depressed I was, I held onto that.
But never in a million years did I think I’d find a future so goddamn perfect.
“I love you,” I breathe, meeting her chocolate eyes.
She smiles, digging her head into the crook of my neck. I’ve noticed it’s her favorite place to be. She inhales deeply, as obsessed with my scent as I am with hers.
She lets out a happy little sigh. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Eighteen
“Holyeffingshit.IstheShiloh Dominguez seriously FaceTiming me?” my bestie gasps, feigning a healthy dose of shock. I scoff, shooting the phone a scathing glare. Rayvn falls into a fit of tinkling laughter. “Alright, alright. No need to get all psycho on me.”
“You’re one to talk! You’re way crazier than me!” I screech, hefting another box into the office. She gasps, pulling my attention away from my pile of cardboard. Glancing up to the bookshelf where my phone’s propped up, I meet her stare. My brows lift. “What?”