Page 177 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

“Crawl,” I tell her once she stops at the end of my bed.

She hesitates. “Like…”

“That’s right, get on all fours and crawl to me.”

I see her throat bob, but she doesn’t protest, inching closer to the mattress.

I stop her. “Drop the towel first.”

She does that, too.

I give her a once-over, memorizing the freckles on her perky tits, the curve of her hips, and that smooth little pussy…

God, I know we don’t talk much, but I owe you one for making Hadley Queen.

My breath hitches when she starts to crawl.

She has that look in her eyes. The one telling me she wants everything I’m about to give her, but knowing her, I’m going to have to pry it out of her.

Preferably with my tongue.

I only realize I’m holding my breath when she gets on top of me, straddling me and reducing my self-control to pieces.

“You have five seconds to shove that pussy in my face.”

She cracks a shy smile. “Or what?”

I frown. “Three seconds.”

My countdown kicks her ass into high gear.

She obliges, but she angles her body so that she’s facing away from me and her mouth is lined up with my cock.

Jesus.

I immediately understand where she’s going with this, and while I don’t mind sixty-nining, I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to be able to hold back while she’s blowing me and sitting on my tongue.

Both of my hands fly to her ass cheeks, and I spread her for a better view.

“Fucking hell, baby,” I growl before lurching forward and capturing her clit between my teeth.

I’m so focused on getting her off that I barely feel her pulling my sweats down to my knees. My cock springs out, the little noises she makes when I place kisses up and down her pussy lips driving me so insane I make it a point to make her come quickly.

There’s no way I’ll be able to fuck her if she keeps this up.

Her mouth closes around my cock, and my head kicks back for a moment.

Yep, I don’t stand a chance.

I go twice as hard on her clit, sucking and nibbling until she’s moaning around my dick. I’m pretty sure I go blind as she takes me in her mouth so deep she starts to gag.

I want nothing more than to enjoy her tongue twirling around my cock as she deep-throats me, but I know if I give myself over to her mouth, I’ll be blowing down her throat before I’m finished with her.

I start by pushing two fingers inside her, assaulting her clit with my mouth repeatedly and gripping her ass so tight you’ll be able to see my handprint for a week.

“Oh, God. Kane,” she moans, and I take it as a sign to keep going.

I don’t change a thing, not my rhythm, not the circular motion of my tongue. She told me once that guys tend to change what they’re doing when girls tell them it feels good when instead, they should be sticking to what works and doubling their efforts.

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