Page 63 of The Only Goal

“Yeah.” I scrape my teeth across my bottom lip. “Tammy says… kiss my lips.”

He does as he’s told, swiping his tongue deep into my mouth. He seems confident with this and holds my face, claiming my mouth like I’m his alone. His warm, hot presence makes me groan, and I suck the tip of his tongue before finally releasing him.

“Tammy says… lick my neck.”

Nibbling his way from my mouth down to my chin, he then tips my head back and turns my neck into a popsicle stick, his delicious tongue stroking me until the fire in my belly is building to an inferno.

With a soft laugh, I murmur, “Stop.”

He pulls back, but I catch the back of his head before he can move too far.

My giggle is throaty as I whisper in his ear. “Tammy didn’t say. You forget how to play this game, BB?”

With a soft growl, he launches back at my neck, flattening his tongue against my smooth skin and leaving a trail of himself from my collarbone to my ear.

“Tammy says… suck my nipple.”

“Which one?” he murmurs against my skin, working his way down my body.

“I don’t care. They both want you.” My voice is wispy, heat pulsing through me like a heady cocktail.

He smiles against my skin, then starts on the right, sucking my hardened nipple between his lips. It feels so freaking good that I can’t help crying out, fisting a handful of his hair and thrusting my chest toward him.

He massages the other breast, brushing his thumb over the nipple, like he’s reassuring her that he’ll be there in a minute.

I groan when he swirls the tip of his tongue around the areola before moving to the left side of my body. He takes great care with that breast, too, drawing lusty cries out of me, sending liquid fire down between my legs.

“Tammy says take my panties off.”

His breath hitches, then whooshes back over my skin before he leans away with a hesitant smile.

“Tammy says now, Baxter.”

His eyes dart to my legs, spread on either side of his body. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, his touch feather soft as he lightly trails his fingertips from my knees to the waistband of my underwear.

“Tammy says hurry,” I squeak.

His fingers hook into my underwear, tugging the fabric down. I lift my butt off the counter, helping him out, then raise my legs. He pulls them off, his eyes drinking me in with this fascinated awe that makes my heart swell.

As soon as my panties hit the floor, he spreads my legs and stares down at the mound of black curls covering my pussy. He brushes his hand lightly over them, his chest heaving like this is the most exciting thing he’s ever done in his life.

“Tammy says touch my pussy,” I rasp. It’s hard to speak over my thundering heartbeat.

I want to bathe in the look on his face right now, dive into those wonder-filled eyes and soak myself.

Baxter’s gaze darts to my face, and I give him an encouraging smile.

“Wh-What am…? How do I…?” He lets out a desperate sigh.

“Just follow your instincts. I’ll let you know.” My voice is wispier than ever, my pulse so strong, I can feel it thrumming between my ears.

“Does Tammy say?” He arches his eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes.

I giggle. “Tammy most definitely says.”

“Okay.” He tries to smile but can’t, his mouth forming an intense look like he’s about to disarm a bomb.

It makes me laugh for a second until his hand cups me, his thumb brushing over my clit. I let out a soft gasp.

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