Page 37 of Right Side of Paradise
“Hmm,” was all he gave me before he dipped his head and kissed the inside of my thigh.
“Ricooo,” I moaned.
“I know, I know. Your mother’s house,” he echoed. “And she’d have a heart attack if she knew how hard you were about to come for your stepbrother.”
That was the last warning I got before his lips were on my pussy, kissing my clit and tonguing my entrance like he’d done it before.
I arched off the bed, too stunned to do anything but push my sex into his mouth and whimper at how fucking good he was making me feel.
He stopped to push his thumb against my clit, caressing me until I rolled my hips, craving more. So much more.
“You’ve never let me stretch this pussy but if you ever change your mind,” he trailed, thumb stroking up and down. “I would make sure you never regretted it.”
I could never regret anything with Rico. I just couldn’t tell him that. What we were doing was already fucked up. In my mother’s house, no less. And yet, what I wanted—no needed—was for him to never stop.
“God, Soul wasn’t lying. Your pussy is perfect.” He kissed my clit again, sucking my swollen flesh into his mouth. “Show me howquiet you can be for me, baby. Because I’m not stopping until I make your legs shake.”
Shit.
I rolled my hips again. So greedy. So desperate.
My hand sank into his hair, holding him right there.
Right fucking there.
Rico licked me up like I was his favorite dessert. Devoured me like he was running out of time. Worshipped me like I was the answer to his prayer.
And the more he fucked me with his mouth, the more I wanted to come all over his face.
My legs were already trembling, but he didn’t stop.
I was already speechless, but he didn’t stop.
Nothing was stopping this man from pleasing me. He wasn’t even coming up for air and that devotion—that determination made me melt.
I was so caught up I didn’t even hear the bedroom door open, but I heard when it closed. Rico looked over at the newcomer and my heart dropped to my ass before my eyes followed his.
“Oh, shit.”
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“Oh, shit,” I blurted when two pair of eyes collided with mine. I didn’t know who looked more love drunk, Harlow or Rico.
I was going with Rico because my arrival didn’t take away the hunger in his eyes, but Harlow’s gave way to alarm before she relaxed, seeing it was me.
Yvette and Edith were downstairs on the porch, but I still rushed to close the door and lock it.
With wide eyes, Harlow sucked in a gasp. “Fuck, Soul. You scared me half to death.”
Unlike Harlow, Rico didn’t spare me another glance before he went back to feasting on our girl. I couldn’t blame him. Harlow’s scent was thick in the room, and my dick was hard before I made it to the bed.
“I’m sorry, Harley baby.”
Neither one of them had told me they wanted me here, but they hadn’t told me to leave either.
And damn it, I was helpless to the gravitational pull drawing me closer. I took measured steps until I was standing beside her bed, reading the pleasure painted across her pretty features.
Her eyes rolled back the same time her mouth fell open. And a string of curses slipped from her lips before she clamped her hand over her mouth and whimpered against her palm.
