Page 10 of Madam Temptress
I move, gripping her shoulders and dragging her up my body.
“I wasn’t done,” she says with a pout.
“Don’t care. I’m not about to finish before I’ve gotten you off even once. My turn, mama.” I lift her off me and roll over, pinning her to the mattress.
“But—”
“Shhh.” I strip her dress off and worship every patch of smooth skin I uncover, licking and sucking and kissing. “Like silk,” I tell her, glancing up to see her golden-brown eyes going hazy.
“You’re a tease.”
“I’m just getting started.” I work my way down her belly, pressing a kiss to the side of the bandage where her stitches are. “These okay?”
She nods and runs her fingers over my cheek. “Can’t even feel them.”
“Good. Bet you’ll be able to feel this, though.” I cup her center with my hand. “This is my cunt. Mine to eat. Mine to fuck. Mine to make come.”
She rocks into my palm. “Then you’d better show it who’s boss. Remind me who owns it.”
A growl tears from my throat. “Damn right that’s what I’m going to do, and you’re gonna fucking scream.”
“Prove it.”
With that challenge thrown down, I press my mouth against the strip of lace separating that sweet, sweet pussy from my lips.
“I love the way you taste. Makes me fucking hard every time I think about how hot and juicy this tight little cunt is. And, fuck, I think about it a lot.”
Magnolia releases a moan of approval as I drag my teeth across her. “Fuck, I love your dirty mouth.”
Flicking the lace aside, I swipe my tongue up the slit, catching her slickness and groaning at the taste. “You like my dirty mouth on this sweet pussy. That’s for damn sure.”
Before she can reply, I devour her, tasting every sweet and tangy inch of her cunt. Teasing her clit until every muscle in her body is tight and begging to come.
Magnolia’s hand brackets the back of my head, pulling me harder against her center, and I lash her clit hard with my tongue as I push a finger inside.
Her inner muscles clamp down, damn near strangling it as she yells, “Moses!”
Five
Magnolia
Idon’t mean to scream his name, but I can’t hold back.
The orgasm hits me like a runaway train, and tremors rip through my entire body. The pleasure is so powerful that one hand digs into the bedding as I try to hold on. My other hand anchors me to Moses, and he doesn’t stop. Again and again, he brings me to the edge and pushes me over until I’m nothing but thrashing limbs and sensation.
My lungs heave as he finally lifts his head from between my legs. With my sex-fogged vision, I can make out his lips slick with my juices.
The man looks like he just feasted and is still hungry for more. More of me. The intensity of his gaze lights me on fire. It’s need and want and worship all wrapped up into one, and everything I need in this world is written on his face.
One lie isn’t shit compared to every action that has shown me Moses’s character, including that look in his eyes. This man might have come back to fuck me, but he didn’t come back to fuck me over. That’s not who Moses is. That’s not who he’s ever been to me.
“I need you,” I tell him, spreading my legs wider.
He climbs my body, takes my lips, and I taste myself as he lines up the head of that perfect dick against my entrance. And when he slides home, everything I need becomes clear in his intentions.
He belongs to me.
I belong to him.
