Page 27 of Play It Sinful

“Not quite.” She reaches for a switch behind her bed, and suddenly, a curtain of string lights hanging on the wall turn on.

“Didn’t you have those in your bedroom back home?”

“Yeah. I don’t have enough art yet to hang on the walls, so I got them.”

The room is now semi-dark, but the scars on my forearms are barely visible. She won’t see them. I start with my sweater and T-shirt, and when I lob them to the side, Ashley freezes and staresat my chest and abs. I grin, remembering the last time I was naked in front of her. “I guess I was wrong.”

She looks up. “About what?”

“About you never seeing me naked again.”

Her lips curl into a smile. “I also put my foot in my mouth, didn’t I?”

“Oh yeah.” I rub my chin. “Something about not sleeping with me even if it meant the survival of the human species.” She steps into my space and pinches my waist. “Ouch!”

“Fucking you doesn’t change that part. The human race is screwed if it’s up to us to procreate. I’d never have your giant babies.”

I wrinkle my nose. The last thing I want to think about is procreation. “Thank fuck.” I pull her to me and shut her up with my tongue. Ashley melts into me, making me burn for her. “Why are you so damn addictive?”

She smiles against my lips. “Maybe because I’m sweet?”

“I don’t know.” I kiss her hard and fast. “I guess I’ll have to taste every inch of your body to be sure.”

“That’s sounds good to me.”

I drop to my knees and press my nose against her panties. Ashley sighs, running her fingers through my hair. I look up, grinning. “I’ve been dying to eat your pussy again without that damn mask getting in the way.”

“You shouldn’t complain about the masks. If it weren’t for them, we would have missed out on so much fun.”

Holding her stare, I slide the fabric of her underwear to the side, swipe my tongue over her clit, and groan. She tastes like peaches, smooth on my tongue, sweet in the back of my throat. I can’t get enough. I dig my fingers into her hips and suck her nub into my mouth.

“Sean...” Ashley whimpers, pulling my hair until it hurts.

I lift one of her legs over my shoulder. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard, your body will crumble.”

“You’re the worst.” Ashley grips my shoulders, pressing her long nails into them.

The little burst of pain just makes my cock harder. Now it’s trapped uncomfortably in my jeans. In hindsight, I should have gotten rid of my pants first. But why am I suffering? I put Ashley’s leg back down and get up, lifting her off the floor as I do.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable.” I set her on the bed and make quick work of removing my jeans and underwear.

Ashley’s eyes becomes hooded when she stares at my cock. Her appreciative stare makes me want her even more. I never thought she’d look at me like that—or that I’d want her to.

She jumps out of bed before I can join her. “Lie down. I want to join the feast.”

I grin. “Aren’t you a little hungry hippo?”

She narrows her pretty eyes and puts her hands on her hips. “Excuse me? You know I can still kick you out.”

Chuckling, I wrap my arms around her waist. “Come here.” I lie down on her bed, pulling her on top of me. “You were saying?”

Her gaze drops to my lips. “I can’t remember.”

I cup the back of her head, getting a good grip on a lock of her hair, and pull her to me. She kisses like the firecracker that she is, and with each stroke of her tongue, she unravels me more. My balls are getting tight, and to avoid pulling a quick draw, I squeeze my butt cheeks, fighting a war with my own body.

She leans back, smiling, and covers my lips with her fingers. “It’s time I explore.”

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