Page 86 of Promised To A Menace

“Damn,” I said before I could stop myself.

He looked down at me and laughed. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Nah, what you say damn for?”

“Because I can, Cassian.”

He laughed again. “Aight, ma.”

I shook my head, smiling. This nigga knew damn well why I was looking at him, and he was enjoying every second of it.

“Cassian,” I said, my voice coming out softer than I meant.

He looked down at me. “What's up, baby?”

“What are you about to do?”

A slow smile pulled at his mouth. “Just sit back and relax.”

I didn't say anything else. My body was already responding to him in ways I couldn't explain, heat pooling low in my stomach, my pulse racing.

He sat back down next to me, then hooked his fingers into the sides of my underwear and slid them down slowly. I didn't stop him. Didn't even think about it. Once they were off, he tossed them on the floor, then pushed my legs back and just looked at me.

“Damn, ma,” he said, licking his lips. “This shit is phat as fuck.”

I laughed because what else was I supposed to do?

“And it's wet as fuck.” He glanced up at me, eyebrow raised. “What were you thinking about?”

“You want me to lie or tell you the truth?” I asked, smirking.

He frowned, but there was heat behind it. “I want you to tell me the truth. I don't like liars.”

I laughed again. “Between the wine and you kissing me, that's what got me like this.”

“Well shit, maybe I need to give you wine all the time,” he said, grinning.

“Don't do that.”

“What?” He was still smiling.

“Try and get me drunk.”

“I’m not, ma. I'm just fucking with you.”

Before I could say anything back, he dropped his head between my legs and put his mouth on me.

I gasped, my back arching off the couch. He wasn't playing around—his tongue moved with purpose, licking me from front to back like he had all the time in the world and planned to use every second of it.

I grabbed a handful of his curls, my head falling back against the cushion. This man knew exactly what he was doing, and he wasn't rushing a damn thing.

A few minutes later, he flipped me over onto my stomach without warning, arched my back up, and started using his tongue somewhere I'd never let anyone go before.

I froze for a second, caught completely off guard. My sister had told me about this once, hyped it up like it was life-changing, but I'd turned my nose up at the idea. I couldn't imagine letting someone do that, especially knowing what came out of there.

But the way Cassian was doing it? Slow, and deliberate, like he was savoring every second? Tears started sliding down my face before I even realized I was crying. I'd never cried during sex before. Not once.