Page 106 of My Summer Girl

He growls and the vibration is heavenly.

“You can touch me.” I give in, wanting to know what he’ll do. Without warning, he grips my hips and slams me on his mouth, like he wants to suffocate between my thighs. Almost in a frenzy, he rubs his face all over my pussy, painting himself in my slick all while his nose becomes a grinding point for my clit.

My entire body shakes as he devours me, sounding like a heathen, growling and grunting, the wet sounds of my slickness gratuitous and loud.

He hums and moans, his pleasure palpable as he crushes me to him. Each of his fingers dig into my skin and I know there will be bruises.

“You don’t need to breathe, do you, baby?” I tease, riding his face like it’s my own personal grinder, a toy for my pleasure and nothing more.

Teeth meet my skin and bite, and I can’t help but keen and fall forward, humping his face in kind. “That’s it, baby.” Fuck. “Right there, don’t stop,” I whimper as his tongue spears me and his nose rubs across my clit. He doesn’t stop his ministrations as I shudder and pulse as my orgasm overtakes me.

“Fuck.” My body trembles as I barely hold my body up. “Fuck, Raev,” I cry out, my legs continue shaking while it seems to go on and on. “You’re so perfect. My perfect little prince.”

Climbing off of him, I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling in rapid succession. When I peer at him, he’s so blissed out I can’t help but let out a laugh.

He turns to me, his face covered in my release. “What?”

“You seem pleased.”

He licks his lips, using his thumb to wipe as much of my cum as he can into his mouth. “Very,” he sighs, his eyes closed.

Scanning his body, there’s not only damp spots on his dress shirt, but his pants are also wet.

“The moment I tasted your cunt, I came in my pants,” he admits bashfully, putting his arm across his face to hide it.

I turn to him, pinching his nipple. He jumps and yelps. “What was that for?”

“You didn’t ask if you could come,” I reprimand, but it’s halfhearted. I’m extremely pleased something as simple as my slick set him off.

“If you tasted yourself, you’d have come too. God, I can’t believe I finally got to taste you.” His words are wistful and when his eyes open, he’s staring deeply at me.

“What?”

“I need to see Abuelita.”

“Mood killer,” I grunt, rolling my eyes. I nod, knowing our time is coming to an end. “Go. I’m sure she’ll want to hear about Dulce.”

“And you,” he tacks on. “She’ll want to know.”

“Know what?”

“That you’re my mate too. And one day soon, you’ll be my wife.”

I blink, wondering how he can simply just change the way things are so easily. “Raev—”

“I’ll hear no arguments, mi media naranja.”

My breathing stills with those three words he still uses as if it were my name. Only when we’re alone and away from prying eyes and ears.

“Ever going to tell me what that means?”

His cheeks tint in a reddening manner and the bashfulness he’s expressing has my face breaking into a grin.

“One day, when you’re ready to hear the words,” he gently admits, omitting the fact that I could simply ask Dulce. As if reading my mind, he shakes his head. “Don’t take that moment from me.”

Letting out a huff, I cross my arms over my chest. “I loathe secrets.”

“Not a secret, mi reina. It’s the most truthful confession I’ve ever given you.”

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