Page 14 of Grave Obsession

It’s been hours too long.

I teasingly run my tongue between them, and she eagerly opens for me. I take full advantage of her offer and plunder her mouth until she’s breathless and needily whimpering into mine as we stand in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

I hold tight to the scarf as she unsteadily lowers herself from her tippy toes. Running my thumb over her alreadyswollen lower lip, I gently demand, “I want you to remember those words, cinnamon.”

She looks up at me with bewilderment as she tries to catch her breath from our passionate kiss.

“Later. After dinner with your parents, when I finally get you home and all to myself, you’re going to hear them again,” I promise.

A tiny smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, and a devilish glint sparkles in my favorite caramel eyes as her bewilderment turns to intrigue.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I dip my head until my lips are pressed against it and whisper, “When you have your knees draped over my shoulders and those thick fucking thighs trembling against my face, I’m going to continue to lick and suck until pretty little tears are streaming down your face. And when mascara stains your face and you look likemydirty little whore, I’m going to keep making you come on my tongue as I remind you thatI just couldn’t stop.”

Her chest heaves against me, and her sputtered, warm breath blows over my cheek as I continue, “When you’re spent, and on the verge of exhaustion, I’m going to use you like the dirty little whore you are. Fucking you hard and filling all your tight little holes with my cum becauseI just couldn’t stop. And when I’ve finally had my fill of you, I’m going to spend the rest of the night reminding you how much I fucking love you.”