Page 76 of The Two Last Moments

I lift up her dress, slowly, slowly, until I’ve exposed her body below her hips. There’s dark, trimmed hair at the cleft between her legs. I bend forward and spread her open with my fingers. So pink and pretty.

“Danny,” she whispers.

I hear her arousal in the waver of her voice. I can smell it on her too, see the evidence on her lower lips. Glistening. I drag my tongue over her folds. Lapping up her wetness and adding my own.

She moans, and her hand digs into my hair. “Someone’s going to…see…”

“Then I’d better make you come as quick as possible.”

Nina’s got a tall privacy wall around the yard, and the neighbors’ houses aren’t close. And inside the garden, the willow tree’s branches are mostly blocking us from view, but not completely. If Ryan decides to take a stroll to this corner of the garden, or hell, the guy who checks the water meter, it won’t take them too long to figure out what’s up.

It’s not likely. But the thought is still exciting. My cock strains against my fly, fully hard and raring to join the fun.

I flick my tongue over her clit, concentrating my efforts there. I bring two fingers to her opening and push inside to rub her G spot at the same time. I really do need to make this quick because this angle isn’t great for my neck, but she tastes way too good to stop. Her small whimpers are driving me wild.

In less than a minute, she arches her back and her legs shake. “Danny. Oh,oh, God.” Her hand fists in my hair, tugging hard at the strands.

I don’t stop licking and fingering her until she sits up, looking down at me with heavy eyelids, plush lips hanging open.

I smile up at her. “Did you like that?”

Lark’s eyes are glazed. Pleasure-drunk. “I want you to mark me.”

I don’t understand what she means at first. “Mark you?”

“With your mouth. I want you to mark me with something I asked for. Something…good.”

Oh. She’s thinking of the bruises she had before. The ones that probably came from Z, her stepbrother.

The seriousness in her eyes and her voice tells me this means a lot to her, more than she can probably convey. “I’d love to do that.” I’m still kneeling between her legs. I move to kiss the soft, pale skin of her inner thigh. My lips press to the unblemished skin again, feather-light.

Then I open my mouth and suck on her. Small pulses of arousal jolt through my erect cock.

“Yes. Please. Like that.” Lark’s breaths quicken, growing louder. She runs her fingers through my hair again. Both encouragement and permission to keep going. Lifting my eyes and holding her gaze, I sink my teeth into her thigh in the same place I was just sucking.

Another bolt of lust thumps in my balls.

She whimpers, but nods.

I alternate between biting the spot and sucking the skin until it’s dark purple. I look for any sign that it’s hurting her or that she doesn’t like it, but all she does is tug at the strands of my hair while more of those small whimpers and moans fall from her lips, urging me on.

Then I sit up. “That what you wanted?”

Lark pushes herself upright and launches at me.

We’re both on our knees, a storm of wild kisses, caressing hands. Lark fumbles with the button and zipper of my jeans with halting, desperate movements. “Let me.” I get my fly open, then push my jeans and boxers down. My swollen cock pops out, pointing upward and achingly hard.

“Fuck me?” Lark begs. She turns and tugs her dress up over her ass. Baring herself to me. I can’t hold back an animalistic groan that comes from the bottom of my chest.

This is, hands-down, the most erotic display I have ever laid my eyes on.

Lark’s on her hands and knees. Her gorgeous, smooth skin is laid out, her pink center glistening. I can just make out the mark that I left on her inner thigh.

I grab her by the hips and sink my cock into her in one swift, unrelenting movement. She closes her mouth, cutting off a gasp.

“Lark. You’re fucking ruining me.” I have to stop and just breathe before I lose it altogether.

She’s so snug around me. So hot and wet andmine. She’s unleashing a feral part of me I didn’t even know existed. I grunt as my breaths drag in and out of my chest, my teeth clenched and bared.

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