Page 37 of Siren

Her fingers slid into my braids.

I dragged my mouth lower, pressed my tongue against her slit and licked—slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her through the lace. She gasped, hips jerking. She tasted so fucking good. Her scent in the back of my throat increased the experience of her.God.

“Raj…”

I gripped her ass, pulled her tighter to my face, anddevoured.

Tongue flattening against her clit. Circling. Flicking. Tuning myself to every tremble and moan. My fingers slid between her folds. Found her dripping. I pushed two inside—deep and curling, stroking that spot that made her knees shake.

She rocked her hips against my mouth, chased the rhythmlike she was built for it. She came once—hard. Her thighs clamped around my head. Then again, messier. Louder.

She tried to pull away, but I kept her there. Tongue fucking her, fingers working her open, until she shattered all over again. Her cum all over my mouth and goatee.

“Raj—fuck?—”

I stood. My dick was throbbing, veins tight with pressure, her taste slick on my tongue.

“I want it,” she whispered. “I want your dick inside me. Now.”

I didn’t make her repeat it.

She reached for me, wrapped her hand around my length.

“God, you’re thick…”

I groaned. Her hand stroked from base to tip, slow and reverent.

Then she dropped to her knees.

Her lips wrapped around me—and I damn near lost it.

Wet. Warm. She took her time. Tongue flicking under the head, sliding down my shaft like she was trying to memorize the shape of my hunger.

Spit slicked her chin, coated her hand. She moaned around me—deep, filthy—and that vibration had me clenching my fists just to stay grounded.

Then she looked up. Eyes wild. Lips stretched.

Throat swallowing around my dick like she wanted to leave a mark on my soul.

“Fuck,” I muttered.“Sienna…”

I pulled her up, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her like she weighed nothing.

Her arms wrapped around my neck. Legs locked around my hips. She didn’t ask questions.

I carried her to the bed and laid her back against the sheets, spread her thighs wide, and stared at her pussy—wet, glistening, pulsing.

The lace was soaked. Barely there.

I pushed it asideand dragged the head of my dick through her slit—just once.

She gasped. Then I slid in. Slow. Thick. Deep.

“Shit,” I groaned. “You’re so fucking tight…”

She clamped around me like her pussy had been waiting just for this. Just forme.

Her hips lifted, heels pressing into the backs of my thighs, and I drove deeper, hitting the hilt with a grunt.

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