Page 73 of Eat Slay Love

In fact, there was no way he had not spilled pre-cum into his pants. Any normal man with a reasonable libido would have gone crazy to that.

Rae moaned even louder as I sucked that clit and finger-fucked her through that orgasm.

She was gone.

Falling.

Spiraling.

Crumbling beneath me.

And I loved every bit of it.

I guided her through the orgasm, my tongue working her through every single pulse, my fingers moving so fast they got sore, but I would not stop until she went limp.

Moments later, she did.

Panting, she stilled, completely destroyed in the best way possible.

My sweet American girl.

I licked my lips, tasting the proof of her surrender.

This is your future.

Then, with a satisfied smirk, I dragged my fingers through her wetness one last time, bringing them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

Perfection.

Her chest was still heaving, her lashes fluttering, her body completely undone.

I tenderly put her soaked panties back over her pussy and gently pulled the gown down.

Then, I got up and back into my seat.

A quick glance at the driver and I knew that he’d heard her.

Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his eyes were wide open like he was damn near close to exploding.

I could see it in the mirror, the way his hands flexed on the steering wheel and the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed very fucking hard.

Good.

Let him suffer.

Let him sit there—hard and frustrated—after the way I made her scream.

It’s too late for you, my friend. You should have tried to grab her for yourself.

Had I been her driver and she walked up to me in that sexy bright pink dress, hugging every lush curve. . .I would have never driven her to the restaurant like she wanted.

I would have taken her somewhere else, somewhere secluded and private where I could take my time exploring her body.

Silly American men.

But alas, he and others had missed their opportunity and now she was mine.

All mine. Whether she understands this fact or not.

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