Page 84 of Creole Kingpin
I lower her to her feet, running my hands over the wet T-shirt, cupping her generous tits and bringing them to my mouth. I suck her nipples through the fabric, rolling them between my teeth. Magnolia’s hands grip my head, pulling my mouth tighter against her.
Her whimper in my ear is the ultimate turn-on.
Heat from the steam of the shower hits my skin, and I finally pull back. “Strip, mama. I want you wetand nakedfor me.”
Magnolia’s lips curve up as soon as she steps back, following my order to a T. She shoves the shorts down her legs and then reaches for the hem of the shirt. Little by little, she draws it up, revealing all that smooth,smoothskin. The tee gets caught on her tits, and my cock is rock hard by the time her nipples pop free.
My groan sounds twice as loud in the bathroom, and I’m a man faced with a feast when the shirt hits the floor with a slap. I prowl toward her and she steps back into the shower, tempting me with a roll of her hips.
There’s only one thing for a man to do when faced with that kind of temptation.
Devour.
Fifty-Three
Magnolia
Moses follows me into the shower, and instead of taking my mouth or going for my tits again, he shocks me by dropping to his knees. The spray bounces off his back and head as he wraps those big hands around my hips and goes straight to my pussy.
Oh, hell yes.That’s my only thought as he sucks my clit into his mouth and tongues it, damn near sending me into an orgasm before I realize I’m even close.
Who am I fooling? I’ve been turned on since he fucked the hell out of me earlier. Round two?Bring it.
Moses doesn’t disappoint, and never has when it comes to this.
He slides a finger inside me, pumping in and out, curling it forward to hit my G-spot. That, combined with the suction on my clit, has me grasping his shoulders to stay upright as my knees go weak.
“How do you do this to me? Christ, Moby.”
Moses glances up, his lips shiny with my juices, and smiles. “We’re just getting started, mama. Best hold on.”
And hold on I do. Because Moses makes me come again before he finally stands, and I cling to him for support. My lungs heave like I just put myself through a punishing workout.
“Good God. The government should force you to register your tongue as a lethal weapon, because you damn near slayed me again.”
His grin couldn’t get any bigger, but his cock bounces between us like it’s dead set on growing another inch at the praise—and it’s already a monster. I reach down to jack him and return the favor, but he shakes his head.
“Later. Right now, I’m fucking you. And I apologize in advance. Slow and sweet is gonna have to be round three.”
I can’t stop laughing, and I realize sex with Moses is the most fun I’ve had in a long, long time. Maybe ever.
“Give it to me any way you want, Moby. I’m ready.”
He lifts me up as he turns us so my back is against the wall once more. “Legs around my waist.”
When I comply, he swipes a kiss across my mouth, and I taste myself on his lips. Wetness gushes between my legs, soaking his cock.
“Put my cock in that tight, little cunt, woman. I want to fuck.”
The guttural command turns me on more than I knew was possible. I’m not about taking orders, but Moses’s make me hotter and needier.
I grip his cock, giving it a hard stroke because I can’t resist. He releases a harsh breath.
“Don’t tease me, mama. I need that pussy. Bad. I’m a man on the edge.”
I line his shaft up with my entrance and meet his gaze. “Then you’d best take what you need.”
Instead of slamming home, he lowers me inch by inch, fucking himself with my body, and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. The heavy muscles of his shoulders bunch and flex as he lifts me up and brings me down. Over and over, until I can’t watch anymore, because my head is thrashing from side to side as pleasure threatens to drown me.
