Page 71 of Crazy Thing

He drops a soft kiss against the seam of my inner thigh. “Well, we don’t have to dream anymore, Fairy Girl. Just for tonight, let me make you mine.”

My chest shudders as I nod. “Just for tonight, I…I’m…”

“Say it, Ziggy,” he commands, applying pressure to my clit with his thumb.

My eyes roll up to the ceiling right before fluttering shut. “For tonight—I’m yours…I’m yours, Darius.”

“Good girl.”

At that, he thrusts his tongue into my channel and hisfingers focus on my clit, plucking and massaging. It’s not long before a forceful orgasm barrels in, blowing me apart.

I crumble. I shatter into a million shards.

The way I cry out is embarrassing. I always thought I was tougher than this. It’s only now that I’m realizing that these walls around me were never concrete. These walls were always made of the most fragile glass.

“DARIUS!” I grip his hair, urgently thrusting against his mouth.

He groans into my core, squeezing my hips and my ass as his face burrows deeper into my womanhood.

The bus shakes as the storm rages on outside. But the wind and rain in this forest are no match for the hurricane hitting its peak inside my body.

I ride and he licks and I ride and he licks until I’m too weak to ride anymore.

When I’m a breathless, throbbing mass of flesh and bones on the counter, Darius tenderly scoops me up.

“Careful…” I whimper, protecting the back of his head with my hand so his skull doesn’t crash into the shelf over the little sink.

He grins at me, twisting and turning to make sure not to bump into anything in my tiny kitchen area. “Of course I’m careful. I’ve got precious cargo in my arms.”

Don’t swoon, Ziggy. Whatever you do, just don’t swoon.I exaggeratedly roll my eyes. “Charmer.”

Flashing me a wink, he carries me over to the couch, gently depositing me on the cushions.

I’m boneless and depleted, sprawling out as I watch Darius hovering above me. He’s slowly peeling out of his shirt and pants.

His body is…wow! I can’t find the appropriate adjectives to do it justice. His broad, muscular shoulders. Hisstrong, tattooed chest. His thighs that are carved from stone.

He leans forward to step out of his boxers.

When his erection finally bounces free, I find the strength somewhere inside me to sit upright. Because I need to get closer.

His rod is majestic. So thick. So long. Curved slightly to the left. With the throbbing veins in its glistening mushroom-shaped cap and a pearl of precum dangling from the tip. That dick is so beautiful, I want to write a fucking sonnet about it.

With my mouth.

I clutch his cock at the base with both of my hands.

His knees falter. “Ziggy…” he moans, his fingers instantly flying to my hair.

“I want to…” my words drift away from me and I lick my lips, hypnotized by the sight before me.

“You want to suck me off, baby? You want to put my cock in your mouth?”

I nod, my eyes only venturing up to Darius’s face for a moment before returning to the beautiful behemoth in my hands.

His palm cups the back of my head. “Do it,” he urges me.

I can barely keep my fingers from shaking as I slowly drag my fists up his shaft. Then I stick out my tongue and catch the precum dangling from the tip.

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