Page 50 of Perfect Praise

Even after I go still, she’s smiling, proud of herself, and licking me again just for the aftertaste. This woman is so sexy, and she doesn’t even realize it.

I slip two of my fingers in her mouth and bring them back out to drag them over her nipples. Her breathing slows as I slip the straps of her dress back up her shoulders.

“Is that what you wanted?” she asks shyly, sliding back up my body into my lap. “Was that good?”

Good doesn’t even begin to cover it.

“You’re incredible, Maren, but I need you to do one more thing for me to make me happy.”

She nods. “Anything.”

“Don’t touch yourself or make yourself come when you’re alone.” I kiss her forcefully and selfishly slide two of my fingers into her. “I have plans for you.”

Fuck, she feels so good. I curl my fingers to give her the slightest bit of pressure and wish I could sit her down on my cock right now to feel her wrap around me, but I know it will start to seem suspicious how long I’ve been gone.

Maren lets out a shaky breath before she moans my name and her back arches involuntarily.

A new gush of wetness runs down my hand. She’s probably aching from how badly she needs the release. I pull my fingers out, the animal in me becoming too much as I run them over her lips and force them into her mouth. She’s surprised for a second how deep I press before she naturally lays her tongue flat and breathes through her nose, but I don’t care. I want her to taste herself for hours, not able to get me outof her brain, and I will drive my point home. “Taste that? That’s for me. No one else. Your pussy is mine. And I’ll say when it comes.”

Maren nods. “I promise I won’t,” she says obediently, sliding her tongue along my fingers and causing my heart to skip a beat.

“Whose good girl are you?” I whisper affectionately.

“Yours, Locke.”

I’ve unlocked something that I know is fucking dangerous. I can feel my brain tingling from the rush of chemicals.

One hit and I’m already in too deep.

Conrad is the onlyone to look at me for longer than a second when I come strolling back in through the back door.

He follows me through the living room and into the pool room, shutting the door behind him.

“Fuck it out of her?” he asks amusingly, picking out a pool stick off the wall. “I thought you said you were going to keep your dick in your pants.”

“Not your business what I did or didn’t do.”

He watches me rack the pool balls and laughs. “You look flushed.”

Yeah, I just got the best blow job of my life, I don’t say. Conrad can assume whatever he wants. He’s used to the way I am and will piece enough of it together himself without me telling him details.

“It’s hot outside,” I say. My break lands a red stripe in the corner pocket.

“Right. February.” Conrad gives me silence while I put away the nine and the thirteen but miss the twelve. He leans down examining his options. “She’s different from the women you usually spend time with.”

“No shit,” I laugh, unsure yet exactly how to feel about this.

My tongue rubs the roof of my mouth, tasting her over and over. If my entire family wasn’t spending the night, I’d be at her doorstep as soon as they left. She’s that intoxicating.

But then again, I want her going out of her mind by the time I have my way with her again.

“So you’re playing with fire. Have you heard from Casie?” Conrad asks, pulling me from my daydream.

“No.” I realize it’s my turn, but I’m uncharacteristically off my game tonight when I miss my shot. “Come on, Conrad. You know it wasn’t anything worth talking about. She and I got exactly what we wanted. You know she didn’t give a shit about me.”

He leans on his pool stick and surveys the table. “Maybe because you purposely hang out with girls you know won’t?”

“Don’t start your psychoanalyzing bullshit,” I laugh. “You’re not my sports psychologist, and it’s not that deep.”

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