Page 45 of The Do-Over Girl

“Shut up and prove it. Before I think you’re all bark and no bite.”

“Those are fighting words,” I growl as every carnal animal instinct takes over, and I let it.

With two hands, I rip open her bra from the front—which wasn’t a front-opening bra. She sucks in a breath, opens her mouth, and licks her bottom lip, her eyes going dark. Then she pushes her breasts together with her hands, creating a fleshy pink mound of cleavage like she’s inviting me to explore.

“Jesus.” I expel a long breath, my blood pounding, flooding my cock past capacity—which is fucking massive. Eyes on hers, I lower my head, growling with hunger before sucking first one, then her other nipple, into my mouth—and biting.

She squirms and moans. “Nash…” She lets go of her breasts, and I replace her hands with mine, nuzzling, licking, sucking, and nipping at her plump hot flesh, needing to devour her.

Her hands go to my cock, squeezing it through my pants. My elbows almost buckle as I hold myself over her. I groan and sit back on my heels, kneeling between her thighs. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist, and her pink panties are more like a lacy wisp of fabric.

Raking my eyes over her, I rasp, “Are those panties edible, Lollipop?”

“You have to ask? Since when are you so shy?”

My eyes dart to hers, and I bare my teeth in a smile. “Those are fighting words, Kali.”

Before she can respond, or even blink her eyes, I slip my hands under her ass and lift her as I lower my face to her lace-covered pussy. The scent almost overwhelms me with greed and the need to be inside her, like right now. But I exhale and push my face into her mound to suck at the moisture there, tasting the most delicious delicacy on earth.

Then I grip the lace with my teeth, bite down, and rip the front of her panties off her with a violent shake of my head like a wild animal devouring its prey.

She screams and grips my shoulder while her hips arch into me for more.

“Fuck, Kali.” I spit the lace from my mouth and lower my head to kiss her. “Are you capable of being quiet while I ravage you?”

She’s panting, and her green eyes are wild, filled with lust. Clutching at me, she writhes under me, pushing her hips to meet mine, grinding her half-dressed pussy into my fully clothed hard-on.

“No. You’ll have to help…the way you used to.”

I remember. She’s talking about when we used to fool around in her bedroom in the middle of the night while her mom slept.

A wave of nostalgic longing shudders through me, preceding another kind of wave—the purely carnal kind that needs attention. Immediately.

My hands slide under the remainder of her panties, pulling until they’re shredded, and I toss them aside. As I move my attention back to her pussy, sliding my mouth down her body, licking and sucking as I go, I reach up with one hand and press my thumb into her mouth.

Then I breathe in another hit of that stunning and addictive scent that makes her mine, that never lets me forget her, and I open my mouth as I take her pussy, licking and sucking up every drop of her passion.

The only thing that penetrates my pleasure as I eat are her moans of pleasure as I twirl my tongue around her clit. I press my hand against her mouth, muffling her sounds. The movement stretches my shoulder. My bad shoulder. I wince, but whatever pain I feel disappears under the relentless waves of lusty pleasure and my growing need to make her lose herself, to explode in my mouth.

“Give it to me, Kali,” I growl as I flick my tongue, lashing her clit relentlessly, then suck hard. She bites my hand just before she shrieks into it and writhes under me, clamping her thighs and arching her hips. She’s trying to kill me, and I’m fucking gladly letting her. I don’t know if I’m dizzy with need or lack of oxygen as she loses control, her hands gripping my hair.

When I finally remove my hand from her mouth, I wince as I lower my arm, but only briefly because all my attention now focuses on her face. Breathing hard to drag in needed air, I move over her and catch her mouth with mine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you lose it.”

“Oh my god, Nash.” She rubs my shoulder and caresses my face, kissing me tenderly, like she has feelings. I lift my face. “Is your shoulder alright?”

“What shoulder?” I don’t want to think of my fucking shoulder—or about the fact that she noticed and that she cares. Of course, she does. She cares about everyone, doesn’t she?

Her eyes are still dilated, her face pink and dewy, glowing.

“The only body part you should be concerned about right now is—”

“Your lollipop?”

“Does that mean you want to suck me?”

She pushes me off her and tumbles on top of me, seemingly unhindered by the skirt bunched at her waist. I like the view and the feel of her hot wet pussy against my hard cock, which I can feel despite my pants.