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I gladly rise to the occasion, releasing my hold on her hips. “Suck,” I order, bringing two fingers to her mouth.
She flickshertongue against the tip ofmymiddle finger before drawing both of them intohermouth.She swirls hertongue aroundthemthe same way she did my cockbeforeI withdraw them and press them to her clit, massaging the needy little nub in a rhythm that matches hers.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she moans. “Ellis, I’m s-so close.”
“That’s right, baby girl.”I speed up but keep my pressure the same.“Use me for your pleasure. Come all over my cock so I canfinallyfill you up with my come.”
That’s all it takes forherto crash over the edge, cominghard, with my name on her lips. And I all too happily follow her over the edge into blissful oblivion.
“Wow,” she slurs, half-drunk with pleasure. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“Me either.”I stroke my fingers up and down her back. “Damn.”
She gigglesas she kisses my pec. “Gotta be honest though.” She wiggles her hips. “Feels kind of gross now.”
“What?” I arch a brow. “Not a big fan of the feel of my come inside of you?”
“Not currently.” Her nose crinkles, and it’s the cutest thing ever. “Gonna shower.”
I smirk. “You just took a bath.”
“And now I’m covered in sweat andfluids, so sue me.” She stands from the bed andadribble of my release slides down her thigh.
Groaning, I don’t think—I just act. Shooting my hand out, Iguide mycome back into her pussy, holding it there.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, her eyes flicking down to where my fingers arestuffing the remnants of my orgasm back inside of her.
“I…” I widen my eyes and lift my brows. “Have no clue.”I bring my thumb to her clit. “But I bet I can get one more orgasm out of you beforeweshower.”
“Oh, we’re sharing now?” she snarks, but I hear the quiver of want in her voice. My girl’s needy, but I’ve always been an overachiever.
“Don’t you know sharing is caring?” I ask, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her clit, never breaking eye contact.
Her stomach quiversas she watches me, lower lip trapped between her teeth.“Ellis, I don’t think I can?—”
“Oh, you absolutely can.”I skim my teeth over her hip bonebeforekissing my way over so my mouth can replace my thumb.“Come for me one more time,then we can shower and snuggle.”
She moans her approval and tunnels her fingers into my hair, guiding me exactly where she wants me. “Fuck.Harder,” she demands, between sharp, staccato breaths.
I stiffen my tongue, flicking it against her clit in time with my flingers sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. Seconds pass, her thighs shake as her grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain, but I can’t be bothered to care as Scarlet falls apart so beautifully,the remnants of her third orgasm running down my chin.
“Told you, you could do it.” I withdraw my fingers, press a soft kiss to her mound, and pop up from the bed, scooping her into my arms as I go. “Now, let’s get you showered and into bed, Princess.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
ELLIS
“Isyour mother ever going to be ready?”I ask Fefe,who’shappily snoozing in my lap.I swear, the little troublemakerblinks one eye open andsquintsat me before rolling over and burrowing her face intomy shirt.
“Five more minutes,” Scarlet hollers from the guest bathroom.
Despite spending every night since moving in in my bed, she insists on getting ready in the hall bathroom. Something about not cluttering my space and having better lighting.
“You think she actually means five or does she mean fifteen? Maybe even twenty?”
Fefe pokes her head up again and darts out of my lap like an apex predator is hot on her heels.
Ican’thelpbut smile as I watch her.I never know what to expect from Fefe when she gets riled up. The cutelittle fur noodle is a megaklepto.I'mtalking,shoescables,my wallet once, andsocks...so many socks.I'll probably needto start buying them in bulk at this rate.
