Page 63 of Very Unlikely
“Fuck, Sum.” Lennox’s groans become more needy and uncontrolled. “I’m as jealous as fuck you know how to give head so well.” He pumps in and out of my mouth three times, his cock thickening with every grind, before he murmurs, “I don’t want to think about any dick between these lips but mine.”
“You won’t need to if you play your cards right.” I spread my hands across his hips like I’m not afraid of being choked to death by his cock before saying, “Yours will be both the first and last to fuck my mouth.”
“Hot fucking damn, Summer.” Since my hand isn’t wrapped around his cock, he plunges into me deeper this time around, making me gag. “Are you saying what I think you are? Is my cock the only one you’ve slid between your lips?” When I nod, he grunts. “I’m going to need you to stop now. You need to back the fuck up before I blow my load in your mouth to make sure I claim it right.”
When his filthy mouth makes me suck him harder and faster, his grip on my hair turns deadly. Then, not long later, a foreign, salty substance pumps onto my tongue.
I still for the quickest second. Not long enough for Lennox to register my shock at how eager I am to swallow down every drop of his cum, but long enough to display my shock that I just sucked Lennox Jamison’s cock,andhe liked it!
I could die a happy girl.
Mercifully, Lennox’s plans to steer me to hell are much more deviant.
After lowering me onto the mattress, his nimble fingers make quick work of my bikini strings. He removes the top half first, moaning when my breasts fall gently to my chest, then he diverts his focus to my bottoms.
“No!” He breathes heavily against my skin when I attempt to yank up the bedding to cover myself. “If we’re doing this, Sum, there’s no hiding. If you want me fully exposed, you’ve got to do the same.”
When I briefly nod, conscious he means more in the emotional sense for him than physical, he smiles in a way that makes me lust drunk. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud. My body is so weightless, the float-like situation doubles when Lennox places a pillow under my backside before angling my pelvis so it points toward the ceiling.
“Are you trying to get me pregnant with your tongue?” I mutter like a fool, making him laugh. “My Aunt Trace said I should put a pillow under my bottom when I want to get pregnant. It helps the semen with their swim.”
Lennox laughs again. “Technically, your aunt isn’t wrong, but this isn’t about knocking you up.” He shakes his head like he has to physically remove an image from his head before continuing, “It’s about having unrestricted access to your tight little cunt.”
“You’re so crude.”
There’s no heat to my reply.
I love his filthy mouth, and he knows it.
“Uh-huh. Because I love the way it makes you blush.”
I slant my head to the mirror at the side of the bed. My cheeks are a little red from the workout they just endured, but other than that, my face isn’t overly blemished.
I discover why when Lennox murmurs, “You don’t blush like normal girls, Cocoa. When you’re embarrassed, your cheeks go red. But when you’re turned on,allthe blood in your body pools down here.” I bend my back with a moan when he finalizes his statement by dragging the back of his hand down my throbbing pussy before sliding it across my inner thigh. “See?”
I don’t get the chance to answer him. I’m too busy fisting the sheets when he lowers his mouth to the area he’s highlighting to kiss my pussy. Unlike the kiss we shared earlier, this one is greedy, fast, and with a heap of inappropriate tongue. Even his teeth get in on the action occasionally.
He devours me like I am his favorite dessert, not coming up for air until I’ve screamed his name twice and am begging for him to stop.
“Are you alright?” he asks after wiping evidence of my arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand.
I nod, incapable of speaking.
“Do you want me to stop?”
My head bob switches to a shake. “No. Just… need… a minute.”
“Okay.” I feel his smile as well as I sense it when he rolls me onto my side so he can spoon me from behind. He loves that he’s exhausted me to the point of collapse, but the thickness braced against my ass and halfway up my back exposes the night is still young for us.
“Lennox…”
He does a final suckle to my neck before replying, “Yeah.”
After a quick swallow to relieve my parched throat, I ask, “Can wefucklike this?”
“While spooning?” he clarifies after propping himself up on his elbow so he can see my face without the hindrance of the disheveled hairstyle he gave me when he fucked my mouth. When I nod, he jerks up his chin. “It’s probably better for you this way. Then you don’t have to take all of me.”
My brow cocks. “Will you still enjoy it?”
