Page 59 of Entangled By You
The second she moves to follow through, I dive between her thighs. Licking through her tight seam. The touch pushes her back against the table, her ass finding purchase, holding her steady on the top, while I shove her thighs wide.
It’s a glorious fucking sight, one I’ll never take for granted again.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Princess,” I taunt between savored licks and quick flicks to her hard clit.
“Pierce, please don’t tease me. I need you to fuck me.”
I growl, my chest bursting with the need to yell my satisfaction for everyone to hear.
“You rushed me last time, Princess. This time, I’ll have you falling apart on my tongue before I let you coat my cock in your juices.”
Her whimpers are just as sweet as her demands, when I drop my head again. Feasting on her cunt like it’s the last meal I’ll ever be served, I don’t leave a morsel of her wetness behind. Her flavors dance across my tongue when I fuck it into her.
Tight fingers grip the longer strands at the top of my head, keeping me snug to her cunt, like I’d ever want to pull away.
Sneaking my hand between us, I drift back to her clit, circling the sensitive nub in a lazy pattern, working her higher into her pleasure. I work a finger into her tight canal, then two, and when her cunt stops squeezing the life out of my digits, a third. It’s enough to fill her and get her over the edge.
My slow assault on her clit changes gears, ramping up the pressure to match the steady thrust of my fingers. My scalp stings as her nails cut across the sensitive flesh, and the pain leads straight to my leaking cock.
Her breathing stutters.
Her cunt squeezes my fingers, trying to milk them like she’ll be doing to my cock as soon as she tips over the edge.
“Pierce, I’m going to come. Right, there. God, don’t fucking stop.”
Her words turn to gibberish before a keening moan rips through the house. She explodes under me. Quaking and drenching my stubbled chin. I work her through it until she twitches in my arms.
“Now you can have my cock, Princess. But hold on because it’s going to be hard and it’s going to be fast.”
WELCOME TO THE WORLD
LEXI
The crowdfrom the baby shower is finally thinning out, voices fading to a dull hum as laughter and goodbyes drift toward the driveway. I wave to Sharla—one of the older club member’s wife—watching the swish of her floral dress until she disappears around the corner of my brother’s house.
A peaceful quiet falls over the backyard after the last car door slams. It’s much appreciated, after hours of chatter, games, and clinking glasses.
I sink deeper into the lounger, my swollen ankles propped up like useless sandbags, and stifle a yawn behind the back of my hand. My belly shifts under my skin, a reminder that I’m not alone. I press a palm to the swell, and she presses back.
God, I still can’t believe so many people showed up. When Harlow and Josephine first told me they wanted to throw me a shower, I nearly laughed in their faces.
Who was even going to come?
I didn’t think I had enough people in my life to fill a table, let alone a backyard. But then the salon girls arrived, along with the wives and girlfriends of the club members, bearingmore gifts, sweet smiles, and excited congratulations than I knew what to do with.
For once, I didn’t feel like an outsider amongst strangers—a piece of arm candy to be admired but not spoken to. For once, the day felt like it was mine.
“There you are.”
The rumble of his voice is so familiar that my chest tightens before I even open my eyes. I jerk upright, blinking against the dusky light. Somewhere between the last goodbye and now, I must’ve dozed off. The tables are folded, the food packed away, and the mountain of gifts carted off to who knows where.
“Here I am,” I whisper back, rubbing at my eye and holding out my hand for him. His palms are rough as he pulls me to my feet.
“You ready to head home? The car’s all loaded.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, the word stretching into a yawn. “Just need to pee first.”
He grins, because if I’m not peeing, I’m bitching about my ankles, or whining about how I can’t roll over in bed anymore without help. He doesn’t tease, though. He just slides a supportive arm around my waist and steers me toward the back door.
