Page 80 of Moonstruck Kiss

“True,” I say with a smile as I kiss her head. “Are you tired?”

“Yes. But not too tired,” she says meaningfully.

I inhale sharply. “Same. No way we’re sleeping tonight until I make you come—with my cock.”

Joey giggles. “This is the night when we don’t get interrupted by anything or anyone,” she declares.

“We better not. There’s no telling what I’ll do to anyone who dares.”

“Are we there yet?” she whispers in my ear.

“Soon. But we don’t need to be there to start,” I say in a low tone.

“Oh?”

“Yes, oh. Take off your undies.”

Joey gasps. But she slowly lifts her skirt up and then pushes her panties down her legs.

“Damn, Dimple,” I croak. “You should wear skirts more often.”

“I almost didn’t. But since we were going to a party, I’m glad I did, too. What’s next?”

I grin. There’s nothing more arousing than Joey keen to have sex with me. “This is next.” I run my fingers along her bare thigh. “Open your legs,” I murmur.

Without a word, she lifts a leg and rests her foot against the front of the buggy, fully exposing herself to me.

I have no choice but to hit the brakes. Coming from Joey, this kind of temptation is impossible to resist.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“This.” I get off and walk around the buggy towards her side. Then I pull her closer to the edge of the seat. I manage to sling one of her legs over my shoulder while I comfortably squat in front of her, my face right on her bare pussy.

“Oh my God,” she says with an embarrassed giggle. “Are you sure no one else uses this path?”

“Yes. It’s just you and me here, babe. No one will hear us, either.” I purse my lips. “Unless you scream too loudly. It’s a quiet night.”

“I’ll try not to make a sound,” Joey says as I place kisses on the inside of her thighs.

I hide a smile. “For the record, I aim to make you moan.”

“Don’t make me moan too loudly, then.”

“I can’t promise you that.” I put my thumb in my mouth and then massage her nub with it.

She gasps.

“Good?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“What about this?” I kiss around her mound before sliding the tip of my tongue along her entrance and up her clit.

Joey groans quietly.

Loving her reaction, I continue to pleasure her the way I know she likes.

Her gasps turn to loud panting, and I insert two fingers in her wet centre, all the while not letting up on the rhythmic pressure of my tongue against her swollen clit.

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