Page 87 of Tight End

She releases a stuttered breath, her hips already trying to shift toward my face. My girl is just as fucking needy as I am. “You are.”

“That’s right.” I run my thumbs along either side of her clit, touching her everywhere but the one place she wants me. “Because I’m the only one that makes you come, that brings you pleasure, that will drop down to his knees to serve you.”

I lean forward, licking along the length of her slit, a light touch that has her crying out. She moans my name and buries her fingers in my hair, gripping onto the strands so tightly my scalp burns. The pain grounds me, binds me to her.

I go in for another taste, spearing my tongue inside her. She tastes better than I remember. She tastes like heaven. She tastes like mine. I could eat her pussy for hours, days.

Fuck.

She has me feral in seconds, and I need her to come, to cover my face in her wetness, to drown me in her. I suck her clit into my mouth, my tongue lashing back and forth, circling, flicking. My movements are erratic, varied, and I don’t give her long before I change things up, bringing her to the edge over and over again.

I want her desperate. I want her body to beg for release. Iwant her to come so fucking hard she won’t know what planet she’s on, let alone her own name.

She cries out again and again, her hips shifting, grinding on my face, trying to chase the release I refuse to give her.

June’s legs quiver, trembling beneath my touch, and I grip the backs of her thighs.

If she falls, I’m ready to catch her.

Another whimper. Another cry of my name. I take my time, massaging her clit with my tongue, dragging it up and down and across in lazy patterns. Her entire body shakes, thrumming with need.

My dick is almost painfully hard, pressing against my zipper.

“Please, Ryan. Please.” Her words are a soft whisper, a plea.

I move my tongue faster, press harder, and when I know she’s close, when she can’t anymore, I bite down on her clit, and she fucking explodes.

Her body convulses, her grip tightens in my hair, and she lets out a loud curse. I’m ready, pulling her into my arms as her leg collapses. Her body is limp against me, and I’m pretty sure her eyes have completely rolled to the back of her head.

“You okay, Princess?” I press a kiss to the side of her neck, smoothing a hand down her back.

She lets out a soft sigh. “I don’t think I can feel my legs. Who knew naked yoga would be such a success?”

I laugh, kissing her again. “Anytime you want me to lick your pussy, all you have to do is ask.”

A lazy smile stretches across her face, and she snuggles into my chest. I’m a total goner for this woman. There’s no way I can let her leave. She’s the yin to my yang, the stars inthe darkness, the light in the shadows. I need her, and there’s no way I’m going to let her go again.

FORTY-THREE

June

My hands tightenaround Oliver’s as I stop, staring up at my mom’s house. It’s a two-story brick giant, a blend of traditional and modern styles with large windows, an oversize front door, and small bushes that line the entire beige exterior. It’s a testament to her hard work, but it’s also a little cold, intimidating.

And I’m not going to lie, a little impersonal, kinda like her.

It’s fair to note that I don’t want to be here. Literally, I’d rather be anywhere else. My mom hasn’t said a word to me since I quit on Monday, and there was a large part of me that figured after all that she’d call this off.

Do we really think she wants some Neanderthal football player wandering around her house, bumping into things and humping everything?

Because I’m positive this is what she thinks Ryan is going to do today, just like I’m positive she thinks he’s a bad influence on me. I’m sure she’s hoping he comes in here, actinglike a huge idiot, so she can say I told you so. And rub it in my face for good measure.

No one’s seen me yet. It’s not too late to entice Oliver back to the car with the promise of pizza and ice cream.

Fudge.

I spent all morning trying to come up with a believable excuse, anything that could get us out of being there. Food poisoning. Yoga emergency. My imaginary cat is stuck in a tree. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up. Anything and everything.

But I couldn’t do it.

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