Page 38 of Slay Ride

“Never.” I nip her skin and move lower. “A soft, gentle lover won’t get you where you need to go. But I can.”

My lips move over her breast. As I whisper each word, goosebumps rise. Another moan eases out of her as I take turns caressing and sucking her sensitive skin. Now that I’ve had her tits in my hands—and mouth—I’ll have to stop calling them fake. She’s just genetically blessed.

“I want your mouth on me,” she whispers. “Please...”

I kiss a little lower, moving down to her stomach.

“Don’t tease me,” she says as her hands try to push my head closer to her pussy.

“You want me down here?” I smirk against her left thigh and give it a nip. “Or maybe over here?” I take the meat of her right thigh into my mouth and suck.

“Less talk, more pussy eating,” she groans.

I grip her thighs and pull her against my mouth. She sucks in a breath and reaches for her tits.

“Yes, right there,” she whispers. Then she freezes. “Shit. I forgot that I didn’t shave this morning. Maybe you shouldn’t?—”

“Exfoliate my face.” I bat her hands away as she tries to move my head. “Let me taste you. Come on, kitten.”

The pushes become weaker, and she lets out another whimper when my tongue dips into her warmth. “Not gonna lie. That nickname is doing something to me now.”

I smirk against her pussy, then tease her clit with my tongue. The nickname has always done something to her. That’s why she hated it.

My full focus returns to devouring her. I don’t just want to get her off. I want to give her an out-of-body experience like she’s never known. As wet as she is, that won’t be too hard to do.

With two fingers, I tease and stroke the sensitive skin just outside her opening as I swirl her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hips rise, begging for more of my mouth. As I slide my fingers inside her, I take her clit into my mouth and suck.

“I’m so close,” she whispers. “I want you inside me when I come.”

I shake my head, moving my lips over her sensitive areas. “You’ll come in my mouth, then on my cock. You’re going to come in whatever position I command.”

Her head pops up. “Bennett, I can’t! I can only come once, and then I’m spent.”

“You’ve been with the wrong men.”

I lower my face to her pussy again. I always get what I want, and she won’t be the first to defy me.

Within seconds, she grips my hair as her thighs slam against the sides of my head. I want to look up and witness this O face she’s so scared for me to see, but if I break the rhythm now,I’ll fuck up everything. Instead, I keep my nose to the stubbled grindstone and don’t stop for air until she’s relaxed again.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she breathes. “I can’t remember the last time I got off without my toys.”

I kiss my way up to her chest. “Better catch your breath. We aren’t done yet.”

“I think I’m ready for you now.”

“Not yet.”

Her eyebrows rush together as I lean to the side and pull the jar of honey from the hearth. “What are you doing with that?”

I unscrew the lid and dip my finger inside to ensure the temp is just right. The texture certainly is. The golden liquid moves like viscous water.

Then I sit on the couch, lower the jar, and push my dick inside.

Cat’s eyebrows abandon pulling together and instead shoot toward her hairline. “I figured you would want to fuck me, but I forgot about your food fetish. I can’t compete with honey.”

“It’s a very sexual food, I agree, but you have it wrong. Honey can’t compete withyou.” I pull my dick from the honey and place the jar on the coffee table. “Now get over here and clean me off.”

Cat scrambles to her knees and rushes over. Her eager attitude toward oral is a major turn on, not gonna lie. She grips the base of my cock and tries to avoid touching the sticky substance with her fingers as she runs her tongue up the shaft.

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