Page 81 of The Baller

I was concentrating too hard on the way his palms were rubbing smooth circles across my ass, the way his fingers had spread so they grazed further down my crack with each movement, to give more than a cursory shake. As it was, I could barely manage to keep my eyes from rolling back, especially when I knew his fingertips were now coated in me.

Lower and lower they dipped, before he removed them completely. I didn’t have a chance to protest before his palms found a new path, rubbing me slowly over the soft cotton in the most delicious,infuriatingway – enough to make me soaking wet, but not enough to push me over the cliff I was climbing.

“Have you ever had your pussy licked?”

My entire body felt too heavy for me to move, let alone respond. Every inch of me was more swollen and sensitive than it had ever been in my life, everything coiled so tight I was shaking from the pressure.

“Say the words, Radley.”

“No.”

Back and forth went his hand, the heel of his palm pressing just that little bit harder with each pass.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

Jeez, what was with the twenty questions? A long, garbled moan sounded out by way of my answer.

“Radley, words.”

“Yes, I’ve had an orgasm, but only by myself, and not for a long time.”

I didn’t know if that was the answer he was looking for, but in the next breath, I found myself launched in the air, only to land in the place I’d had my best night’s sleep to date. The coil tightening my spine twisted another degree when his lips dropped to my belly, and he trailed a hot, wet path down my body.

I should have heeded it as a warning of what was to come, because no sooner had he relieved me of my panties than I found my thighs wrenched apart, and his tongue dragging through my hot, wet center.

This was better than I’d ever imagined.

“Oh… Lux… Jesus.” I swear my entire spine cracked from the vicious arch I’d formed, my tiptoes pushing hard into the mattress by the time his lips found my clit.

He solved the problem by flinging my thighs over his shoulders, pausing only briefly to throw a smirk my way before resuming his position.

I had nothing to compare him to, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Lux knew exactly what he was doing to me as his tongue relentlessly stabbed inside me while his big hands cupped my ass, fingers kneading along my crack.

The edge of the cliff I’d been climbing was so close, I was practically touching it.Fast. Hard. Slow.One final swipe of Lux’s tongue across my clit pushed me so hard off the edge that my vision blurred to darkness. There was nothing lighting my fall as my entire body convulsed – though convulsions seemed too tame to describe what was happening to me; more like ripped apart from the inside and swallowed whole, my cries wrenched from my throat.

I’d told Lux I’d had an orgasm before, but I’d never hadthat.

I’d never felt like I was drifting above my body. There’s no way I’d recover from this.

“Radley…”

Lips dragged themselves up my body, over my hyper-sensitive nipples to the base of my throat, until soft fingers swiped across my brow.

Blinking through the black spots, I found Lux peering down at me, that same almost insolent smirk cresting his lips. It was only when my eyes properly focused, that I realized his lips were glistening in my wetness. A second later and I was tasting myself as his mouth surrounded mine, his tongue feasting with the same fervor.

“Consider your pussy well and truly licked. And, Radley… now I’ve licked it, it’s mine.”

A shocked giggle burst out of me before I could stop it. I couldn’t stop my pussy clenching at his words either, but I cared less about that.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, even though all my bones had melted.

“You wanna stop?”

“No!”

He chuckled, smacking one quick kiss to my lips before he moved back. His eyes never left mine as he pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor, followed by his sweatpants. I wish I’d had the time to admire the cut of his lean, taut muscles, the broadness of his chest, and his smooth, bronzed skin, the stacks and stacks of corded abs, or the way his veins traveled up his forearm until they reached his thick biceps.

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