Page 149 of The Overtime Kiss

“Yes.”

With a cocky smirk, I look up at her. “I will, but you should know by now that I really like to eat first.”

Her breath catches. A second later, she drops both hands to my shoulders and pushes me down, dragging me right against her again.

Exactly where I want to be.

My entire body heats as I lick and suck, making the most obscene sounds as I devour her sweetness on my tongue, savoring every drop of her pleasure. At the same time, I manage to help peel off her leggings the rest of the way—then her panties.

Multitasking for the win.

When she’s free of both, I tap her ankle. She spreads her legs a little wider, giving me even more room. A carnal groan escapes my lips.

Yes. Fucking yes.

I eat her up, sliding my tongue through her pussy, lapping up every taste of her as my bones buzz with pleasure. She rocks against my face, seeking friction, messing up my beard in all kinds of ways, and I fucking love it.

The taste of her is all over my face.

She’s moaning and groaning, and I am too. I’m grunting as I consume my woman.

And it’s beautiful—so fucking beautiful—how she shudders out of nowhere, then says, “Oh, god, oh my god.”

Like the orgasm surprised her.

Well, it surprised me too, as she trembles, her whole body shaking as she comes on my lips faster than she’d probably expected.

My cock throbs in my jeans, aching to visit her, but I want one more taste of her sweetness. I flick my tongue against her sensitive clit, then rise, swiping my hand across my mouth.

With her eyes a little glossy, she murmurs, “That’s so sexy.”

“That?” I ask, meaning my hand across my mouth.

“Yes. But the look in your eyes too.”

I hold her gaze as I grip her jaw. “Know this—I fucking love eating you. For every single meal.”

Her hand darts out, stroking the outline of my hard-on. “I can tell,” she says in a purr.

Then a flash of nerves crosses her eyes, chased by vulnerability. “Tyler, when you said earlier I have a filthy mouth?”

“Yes?” I’m unsure where this is going.

“I want you to know—the way I talk to you…the way I touch you…”

Nerves thread in her voice, and I nod for her to keep going.

“It’s you, Tyler. It’s just you. You are the second guy I’ve been with, as you know. But when I’m with you, I feel confident. I feel free.” She pauses, like she’s thinking, really mulling over what to say. “And most of all, I feel safe.”

My heart glows. It’s like a light spreading all through my body, in every single cell. I hold her face tighter. “That’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

She grabs my hips and yanks me closer to her. “Get inside me.”

“Okay, that’s sexier.”

“Also, you know I’m on protection right?”

She told me that before, but I’m picking up what she’s putting down, and the sound I make is unholy. “Okay, that’s the sexiest.”

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