Page 35 of Red My Lips

“You’re everywhere,” she says.

I’m everywhere she is.

“And I always will be. You were created just for me, Jill. There’s no escaping me, escaping this.”

“Who says I’m trying to escape?” She drops the knife, letting it clatter onto the floor, before wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me down for a kiss. Our mouths clash, lips devouring each other greedily, furiously.

I thread one of my hands through her thick, dark hair, fisting at the scalp and giving it a sharp tug. Jill lets out a breathy little moan that begs for more, driving me wild. My tongue dives into her mouth to invade and conquer, drinking her in like a man dying of thirst.

Our mouths move together, hers letting me take the lead. She allows me to dominate, and her submission buzzes over my skin like a newfound sense of power. Keeping my hand fisting her hair, my other hand moves down her luxe body to slip under the scrap of fabric covering her perfect pussy.

Jill’s breathless pants turn to moans as I stroke her, reveling in how drenched she is. All for me. A wave of hunger hits me, and I’m ready to eat. I want to lay Jill out like the feast she is.

Jill’s cry of surprise when I turn her around and lift her up onto the kitchen island melts into a moan when my mouth latches onto her neck. Sinking three fingers into her perfect pussy, her hips move to meet my thrusts as I taste her skin. Her every amped breath powers through me like wildfire until I’m nothing but smoke and ash.

Jill’s hands claw at my clothing, grabbing and scratching in search of my skin. Her nails dig into me, raking across my naked chest and shoulders until she draws blood. The rough desperation as she marks me has every one of my nerves standing on end until my entire body is electrified.

With the tug of the ribbon, the offensive bow keeping me from Jill’s gorgeous heavy breasts falls away. Her perfect dusty rose nipples greet me, begging for my lips until my mouth waters. Leaning forward, I don’t hesitate to take a taste. My lips are greedy against her skin—licking, sucking, and biting like I’ll never get the chance again.

I feel as the orgasm builds inside her, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my fingers. I want her to come, I need to see her fall apart for me. Then I’ll suck every last drop from her gorgeous pussy.

Curving my fingers to touch that magic spot deep inside her, Jill’s enchanting eyes roll back in her head. She’s so beautiful it hurts to look at her, delirious with pleasure, but I’ve always been a masochist.

“Gage—” She gasps, sending primal satisfaction coursing through me. I’ll never get enough of my name on her delicious lips, especially when she’s chanting it like a spell.

“Say it again,” I demand.

“Gage, I’m…I’m coming.” Jill’s body writhes against me as the pleasure overcomes her. Her pussy clamps around my fingers so tightly it makes my cock jump. Her cries as she’s tumbling over the edge carry my name over and over. It’s music to my fucking ears.

I want more.

Pushing her back on the counter, I pull her hips until her ass is all but hanging off the edge. Dragging the tiny little panties down her legs, they’re thrown over my shoulder before I’m diving in between her thighs face first.

A growl vibrates through me as her arousal coats my tongue. She tastes so damn sweet I could get a sugar rush. Her hips buck against my mouth as I taste and explore every delectable inch of her. My lips latch onto her clit, sucking on the swollen bud like it sustains me, making her squirm and sob in ecstasy. Keeping the bundle of nerves in my mouth, I give a low hum—the vibrations make her thighs quake, her hands threading through my hair desperately. When my teeth nip at her swollen flesh, it’s all too much.

Jill’s back bows off the counter as the euphoria steals her breath. Her hands in my hair fist painfully, egging me on as I ride out her orgasm. I drink her in, savoring the honey as the delicacy it is. My lips don’t leave her until she goes limp against the counter. When I finally stand, I can feel her dripping down my chin.

Stepping around the island, I brush the hair from her flushed face before leaning down to kiss her. She moans against my lips softly, and I know she can taste herself on my lips.

“You taste that?” I ask, making her nod against me. “That’s how good you taste.”

“No wonder you were enjoying yourself so much.”

“Almost as much as you were.” She turns her head to look at me, eyes bright against the sated expression on her gorgeous features. “I bet you’re going to be looking at this counter differently from now on.”

“It’s making me hungry.”

“You want something to eat?” She nods again. “What do you want, pretty girl?”

“There are some snacks in the fridge.” Walking over to the fridge, I ignore the rock-hard boner begging for relief against my boxers as I pull out a cheese tray and some chocolate-covered strawberries. Stepping back over to the island, I gently help Jill off the counter before taking a seat on one of the stools.

Jill walks over to her fridge, grabbing a knife on the way over. Opening her freezer, she reaches into the ice bin and pulls out a large chunk of ice made of several cubes melted together. Placing her glass on the counter, she plops the ice on top of the cup before she starts stabbing. The solid mass splinters and breaks until the pieces are small enough to fall into the glass without protest.

Pouring in sparkling water, she adds a packet of electrolytes. Taking the knife, she uses the blade to stir the powder until it’s dissolved. Looking over at me, she brings the knife to her mouth and runs the flat of her tongue along the blade to lick off the drops of liquid before taking a sip of her drink.

If I didn’t already have a boner the size of a baseball bat for her, that would’ve had me bricked up immediately.

She’s so fucking hot.

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