Page 91 of The Baller

Shifting onto my knees, I smoothed my palms over her soft skin, only stopping when they grazed the edge of her panties.

“You can pretend all you want, but you think I don’t know you’re going to be freshly drenched when I take these off?” Her eyes flicked to mine, filled with challenge before she returned to the screen. I inched them down, tugging them over her hips, and paused right before her pussy came into view. “I told you: I licked it so it’s mine, and I know what it wants.”

Goosebumps erupted over her skin; her tank top had ridden up enough that I could see a slice of her belly trembling through unsteady breaths – waiting for me – only for it to kick up when I ran my nose along the bunched white cotton, just so I could hide my smile.

I’d learned a lot about Radley in the past few weeks.

I’d learned that the anticipation of my touch was almost enough to make her come. Her body was so responsive that when I eventually provided the friction she needed, it would only be a matter of seconds before she crashed around me.

I’d learned that her toes would bunch the sheets before her fists did; that she loved my fingers inside her but she craved my tongue, and when my lips hummed around her clit, she’d cry my name in a way that almost made my heart stop; yet when the first thrust of my dick stretched her out, hers would hammer so hard it would bring mine back to life.

I was so gone for this girl.

Easing her panties down and over her ankles, I tossed them to the side. Her thighs had already flopped open, and I spread her further just so I could watch it drip for me.

Yeah, that’s what I was talking about.

“What a pretty pussy I own. So pink and perfect.” Her breathing paused as I leaned forward, running my nose along her thigh, first the left then the right, and her toes curled into the mattress. “And it’s so delicious too,” I murmured as my mouth found her tiny, hard clit.

Her pelvis arched, pushing into me; my laugh vibrated against every hyper-sensitive nerve until she cried out.

“Lux…”

Fuck, I loved hearing my name falling off her lips, so did my dick, and buried my face between her thighs.

“Ohhh Goddddd.”

“I told you I know what this pussy wants.” My tongue speared inside her, and another deep groan rumbled through her.

“This pussy is mine to conquer...”lick.“Unless you’d prefer I subdue it…”lick… “vanquish…”lick… “defeat…”lick… “overpower.”

The laptop was finally dropped to the side. “Oh, Lux… God. Yes, right there.”

I paused, my eyes flashing to hers; dark bronze, hooded, and staring at me under her thick lashes. Her entire body was flushed peach, and under the soft glow of the sidelamps she almost looked luminous, with nipples so hard it looked like they were about to shred her tank top.

“You mean here?” I flattened my tongue again, and dragged it through her glistening center one more time.

The moaned “uh huh,” hit me right in the dick.

I’d always prided myself on my staying power, but she’d stolen it – along with my heart.

I’d wanted this to be about her, I’d wanted to taste her exploding on my tongue and suctioning my fingers, but my dick was screaming louder.

I was so close to bursting that I nearly came from rolling on a condom. The black spots blurring my vision as I plunged inside her didn’t help either.

“Fuuck… give a girl a warning…”

My lips dropped to hers, letting her taste my smile. “You can take it.”

My smile died when her pussy clenched hard, reminding me I was so close to the edge this was going to be quick for both of us. My balls were already swollen from the pressure bolting down my spine, coiling me so fucking tightly I couldn’t tell who was quivering more – her or me – especially when her back arched, pushing herself further down onto me.

“My girl is so impatient,” I mumbled.

She responded with a grin and another roll of her hips.

I’d intended to start slowly, but her and my dick had other ideas.

There was nothing slow about this. It could only be described as frenzied fucking. I gathered her hands in my fists above her head as I tried to hold onto a semblance of control, but the pistoning of my hips meeting hers said otherwise.

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