Page 89 of Hit Me With Your Best Shot

“How ‘bout I cool you down with a pussy full of my dick?”

A laugh bursts out of my lips and I pull the blanket up further, covering my face.

“Oh my God—you sound like a massive perv.”

“Answer the question, Austin.” He laughs, tugging the blanket back down, exposing my breasts, his mouth creeping dangerously close to my nipple, his lips pressing hot, warm kisses on the swell of my breasts.

I don’t usually sleep naked, but when I do…

I don’t mind morning sex.

“You’re lucky you’re slightly above average at the sex.” I can’t stop myself from giving him a hard time. The longer we lay here, the more awake I feel, the funnier I become. Ha ha.

“Above average?” he repeats, leaning down until his lips hover over mine. “Is that your final answer?”

“Yup,” I pop the ‘p’ to be a brat, though my smirk falters when his hand slips between my thighs, index finger slipping its way inside my pussy.

Despite myself, my legs part by several inches…

“Still only above average?” he teases, his voice low and rough.

My teeth catch my bottom lip, something I know he likes. I’ve seen the way his eyes watch my mouth when I do it and I do it now to drive him crazy.

“Will you put another finger inside me if I say yes?”

Gio shakes his head slowly.

No.

That finger inside me begins small circles over my clit and it’s not enough…not nearly enough…

I bite back a moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as my head falls back against the pillow.

“If you want my face between your legs, say my name,” he whispers next to my ear, voice thick with lust. He’s horny, too, kissing the corner of my mouth, hand still working its magic in my pussy,and I can barely think straight anymore.

“Gio,” I manage to gasp, though it comes out as more of a plea than I intended. I want his face between my legs but I also want another finger inside me.

Decisions, decisions.

He shouldn’t make me choose.

“Yeah, baby?” His tone is playful, but his eyes are dark, full of heat and focus as he watches me come undone beneath him.

“Why can’t I have both?” I muse out loud, realizing he hasn’t heard my inner turmoil. His hand stills, just enough to drive me mad and I wiggle my ass so he gets the message:keep going.

Don’t stop!

“Are you pouting?”

“No,” I reply, though my voice is breathy, and the way my bottom lip juts out, betrays me.

“No?” He tilts his head, pretending to consider my words, though the glint in his eyes tells me he already knows exactly what he’s going to do. “Because I think…you want my fingers and my mouth inside you. Unless I’m wrong.”

He’s not wrong.

I nod, breath hitching as his thumb brushes over my clit, the slightest pressure that leaves me aching for more.

He chuckles, leaning down until his lips are just a whisper away from mine. “Greedy.”

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