Page 42 of Crave Me

“Dare.”

Not surprising at all, my little spitfire.

“I dare you to tell me something honest.”

Her face pales momentarily before she relaxes further into the bubbling water, the tops of her double D’s bobbing at the surface, tempting me.

“Hmm. That’s not how this game is supposed to work. But, fine. You may already know, but, I have a tiny tattoo behind my ear of a dove.”

My eyebrows shoot to my forehead and she laughs at me. I’m moving before she has a chance to stop me, threading my fingers through her hair and pushing it out of the way, turning her head in both directions until I find it. On her left side, sits a tiny tattoo of an expertly done single dove. I thought I had my mouth on every inch of this woman’s body, but I’m proven wrong. She bats my hands, pushing me in the chest.

“Why a dove?” I ask as I move back to my seat across from her.

“Nuh-uh. That’s not how the game works, punk. My turn.”

I shoot her a grin before waving my hand between us, urging her to go on.

“Dallas, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Let’s see if I can get her to do the same next. I want to get to know her better.

“Did you always want to work at the distillery?”

“Easy, baby girl. Yes. I grew up running around that place. Each of us loves it for different reasons but I’ve always had this chaos within me, this live energy that I never knew what to do with. The only place I ever felt calm was at the distillery. So, yes. I’ve always wanted to work there. I never considered doing anything else.”

“That’s why you are so against the tours and opening the place up for visitors. Dallas . . .”

“Don’t. I don’t want to ruin this. Just let it go.”

Her eyes are full of sympathy and guilt, and I don’t like it one bit. I move across the hot tub to her, cradling her face in my hands before kissing her, shutting her up. My tongue swipes across her plush, silky lips before she opens for me. Her tongue is warm and wet, and I can’t help but suck it into my mouth, muffling her moans. I pull away, returning to my seat, leavingher eyes heavy-lidded, and a smile on her face. “Truth or dare, princess?”

“Dare.”

Brat.

“I dare you to come put those tits in my face.”

She doesn’t hesitate, moving into my space and standing between my legs. I keep my arms splayed out across the edge of the tub, giving her full control. Straddling me, she lifts those full, sexy breasts with her hands, lifting them and swiping each nipple across my lips. I stick out my tongue, feeling her smooth skin glide across, before she feeds one into my mouth. I greedily suck her nipple, pulling it taut, my tongue lashing across the stiff peak. I open wider, pulling her entire areola into my mouth, sucking hard. Her body jerks forward at my onslaught, her hands gripping my shoulders to hold herself up.

“Dallas, holy shit.” One of her hands slides through my hair, grasping the back of my head and holding my face to her. Her hips start to gyrate, and I wonder if I can get her to come just from this. I suck harder, rotating between suckling and biting. My free hand finds her other breast, twisting and pinching at her nipple while she continues to moan, her hands threaded through my hair, her body trembling, and fuck if I don’t love this.

“Dallas, you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” she says, her voice breathy and thick with lust.

I pull back and look up at her. “Now, why would I stop?”

Alternating between her breasts, I focus on each one, lavishing them, sucking, biting, and twisting. Within minutes she’s a shaking mess in my arms. One more hard suck, and my tongue swirls around before an orgasm hits, her body shaking slightly in my arms.

“Aah! Oh! God!”

I look up at her, breasts still in my face, and swipe my tongue across my lips.

“Delicious.”

“God you’re going to kill me.”

“Back to your spot.”

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