Page 27 of Wicked Design
He’d have to set fire to the damn thing to stop her. She swirled her tongue on the bumpy skin behind his crown, determined to give him the best head he’d ever had.
His shout filled the room. He clawed the comforter and ripped off a bow. “Shit.” He put the poor thing back and patted it. “Sorry.”
No biggie for her. This was what mattered. She probed his tight entrance and eased her little finger inside.
He twisted his shoulders and strained to keep his legs still.
She leaned on the left one and let his cock slip from her mouth.
“What are you doing?” He beat the bed. “Why’d you stop?”
“I didn’t.” She tongued his right ball inside.
Stiff as a corpse, he grunted and groaned, the sounds tortured, but he didn’t tell her to quit. Whether she could or not was debatable. She enjoyed him as she never had another guy, loving his hair-roughened flesh, the beefy contours, his incredible scent.
He growled. “I’m gonna come. Crap. I gotta be inside you. Please. If you don’t mind.”
She released his ball. “I’m with you all the way. Hang on.” She slid her mouth down his thick column.
“Faster.” He cupped her head and guided her back up. “Lick that one spot—not there—no, farther up—to the—fuck yeah.”
Given his firm directions and her slavish obedience, he came hard. His cum gushed into her mouth, its texture thick and creamy. Enchanted, she swallowed his offering, licked his rod clean, and released him.
His mouth hung open, his chest heaved, and his legs sprawled. Totally wasted.
She’d done good. “Hungry?” She grabbed a wet wipe from the takeout bag and cleaned her hands. “I’ll feed you, all right?”
“Give me a sec.” He puffed out a breath and took in more air. His maroon color faded to bronze.
“What would you like first?” She gestured. “Another appetizer, the jellyroll, rice, beans, beef, a nap?”
He stifled his yawn. “I’m not tired.”
“Your eyes are closed.”
“I’m blinking.” He forced his lids open and got them only to half-mast. “The beef smells good. But you first. I’ll feed you.”
“We’ll do each other.”
“You’re still first.” He grabbed a hunk of jellyroll and offered her the sorry mess.
Diamonds wouldn’t have thrilled her as much. “Thanks.”
Once she’d eaten the glob, she licked crumbs and goop from his fingers then kissed his palm.
He caressed her cheek.
This was the best meal ever. “Now you.” She speared a sizeable portion of beef and slipped her hand beneath his chin. “Enjoy.”
“Gladly.” He licked her bottom lip then frowned. “Wait. You meant the meat, not the crumbs on your mouth, right?”
She could spend a lifetime with him teasing her. No praise could have made her feel more special than she did now. “I did. Better eat up. You need carbs and protein badly.”
He accepted the beef. “Why?”
After licking au jus from his mouth, she dug a spoon into the beans. “So you don’t fall behind.”
“Behind what? You? I outweigh you by eighty pounds or more. Want to feel my muscles?” He made a fist, showing off his biceps. Dark hair peeked from his pit.
