Page 31 of Dirty Lyrics
Slowly, deliberately, he slides his hand lower, over my stomach, beneath the waistband of my shorts.
His fingers find my pussy.
When they slip between my folds? It’s almost embarrassing how slick I am for him already.
I gasp. Then I moan. Then I arch into him when he circles my clit like he never forgot the map of my body.
I should stop him.
I don’t.
I encourage him.
I lift my leg, draping it back over his thigh, opening myself to him even more. My head falls back against his shoulder, and a needy sound I can’t hold back tumbles from my lips.
“Fuck, Mami.” His voice is gravel and silk in my ear, still rough from sleep. “You’re so hot for me, aren’t you? My needy little girl.”
I clench around his fingers as they slide inside me, my body answering before my mouth can.
And just like that, I’m lost to his touch again.
Rico’s fingers work me open, slow and sure, and my body betrays me with every slick sound in the quiet room.
“Mami,” he growls against my ear, teeth grazing the shell. “So wet for me already. You missed this cock, didn’t you? Say it.”
I choke on a moan, arching as his thumb circles my clit. “I-I missed you.”
“Not enough.” He thrusts two fingers deep, curling them just right, making my toes curl. “Say it, Songbird. Say you missed my cock.”
Heat floods my face, but God, my body answers before my mouth can.
I grind shamelessly against his hand, desperate, searching.
“I missed your cock, Rico. Fuck, I missed it so much.”
He groans, the sound guttural, possessive, and I feel the thick length of him grind harder against my ass.
“That’s right. Because no one else gets this pussy. No one else makes you come like I do.”
“Rico, please?—”
He flips me onto my back before I can finish, looming over me, his eyes black fire. He shoves my shorts down my thighs in one impatient move, ripping them off like they offended him.
My tank top follows, tossed carelessly to the floor until I’m bare beneath him, flushed and trembling.
And God help me, I’ve never felt more alive.
He strips down fast, with only those tight boxer briefs in the way, the outline of his cock straining, obscene and perfect.
When he kicks them off, my mouth goes dry. I forgot how big he is.
How thick. How mine.
He sees my eyes widen and smirks, crawling over me, pressing his weight into me until I feel caged, owned.
“Open those pretty legs, Mami. Let me remind you what you left behind.”
I spread for him, shame and want colliding in me, and he groans like I’ve just given him the world.
