Page 60 of Tattered Souls
I licked my lips at the sight of it.
He chuckled, “Give that to you. Give you anything you want. But if I don’t get my lips on your tits, my tongue on your clit, and my cock in your pussy soon, I very well might die.”
I was breathing heavily as I asked, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
His eyes flared, and then I was up in his arms as he was carrying me to bed.
He laid me down and then crawled up the bed.
His hand went to my back, and he expertly unsnapped my bra.
Then he moved it away from my body.
And he would never know how much it meant to me that when he did that, he kept his eyes locked with mine.
I melted... and then... I heated as his mouth moved to my lips, as his big, unclothed body lay down on top of mine.
My legs moved, running them up and down his hips.
Nips. Sucks. You name it, it happened.
His goatee scraped my skin as he moved down one side of my neck with his lips.
Sucking. Twirling his tongue.
My head tilted, giving him better access, and I felt his lips grin.
His mouth moved down to one nipple, teasing it, nipping it, licking it, sucking it.
And when he did the twirling of his tongue, my back bowed off the bed.
He moved to the other nipple and repeated the process.
And I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to come. Now.
“Garrick, I need you,” I said in a moan.
He released my nipple then started to lower his hand, and I knew it was so he could lick my clit.
He shook his head, “Gotta get you ready, baby. I ain’t a small man.”
To that, I growled. All my inhibitions had left my body the moment he had his hands and mouth on me.
“Reach down there and find out. But I need your cock. Now. You can play later. Sixty-nine. I don’t care, but I need you.”
His eyes stared down into mine, as he whispered, “Fucking sweet in the streets, but a wildcat in the sheets.”
I was never like this. Never.
And I knew that Garrick knew it.
He winked, and then when his hand reached my pussy, he stilled. Then he said, “You're soaked.”
I nodded as my body writhed.
I saw him inhale a breath, and then he asked, “Birth control?”
I nodded, then said, “I’m religious with my birth control.”
