Page 89 of Felonies are Forever

I hiss an inhale as he squeezes, his eyes on mine, that smirky little smile curving his stupid sexy lips and that hair dangling on his forehead.

“You ever had action before, little girl? Daddy thinks you’re a pure little snowflake.”

Daddy has the same effect on me as good girl did and my knees turn to Jello.

The crickets are drowned out by the thumping of my heart as his hand works my breast and his dark eyes narrow.

“I’m going to drink from that little honey pot of yours, sister. No one has to know. You won’t tell, will you?”

He steps forward, his body against mine as the last of my breath leaves my lungs.

“I won’t tell.” It’s my voice but I’m not sure it’s me saying it. “I promise.”

Did I just say that? Is this a game or…

Scotch explodes forward, grabbing me by the waist and throwing me down on the cool grass, already tugging at the waist of my pants as I work the button and zipper.

There’s fire in his brown eyes, desperation and danger and I have no idea who I am right now, but for the first time in my life, I’m not thinking of anyone but me.

“Son of a bitch, you’re a temptation I never expected, Lula.”

I push my hips up as he strips my pants down my legs, then fight to get my boots off like there’s a bomb about to go off any second if I’m too slow.

“I’m a virgin,” I announce, as if he didn’t know, but I want it out there.

“I’m only going to taste that sweet cherry tonight. Probably turn that ass over for a nice spanking too just because I want to. But breeding that little honey hole of yours is going to wait for another time. Daddy will make it special, little girl. But rightnow, I can smell your heat. That slick baby maker of yours is going to drip all over my face, isn’t it?”

“If that’s what Daddy likes,” I play, the game hotter than I could have imagined. My inhibitions left back on that dancefloor with Lula Laurence.

Right now, I’m channeling Lula Fierce hard.

“First, I want another kiss—”

The words are barely out of his mouth as I launch myself upward, grabbing behind his neck, dragging him down on top of me. I’m melting against his huge body. The aching in my pussy turns to straight up pain as he claims my mouth and settles his hips between my open legs.

I struggle for air as our kiss is furious and he starts to rock my world with the hard length behind his zipper.

God, I want him. I have no idea who I’ve become but I’m pretty sure Lula Fierce is taking control right now.

“Fuck.” Scotch grunts in pure pain. “I need a drink.”

He tugs my shirt upward, then my bra down, exposing my breasts in between the white fabric as he lowers his face and draws hard on one side, then the other, making me pant and sob.

He licks down my belly, moaning like he’s found paradise as the moon watches from above.

“You made me so fucking hard tonight.” He says as he kisses my belly button, shoving my legs wide with his hands then makes this strangled, desperate sound as he draws a deep inhale over my open pussy.

“I like this little patch of curls. Just right.” He tickles the bit of hair on my mound as he parts my folds with the flat of his tongue sending me into orbit.

“Oh shit…” I yelp, arching my back, pressing my head into the grass, reaching out, trying to hold on to something, anything, to keep me from flying apart into a million tiny pieces.

Rough hands scrape up and down my thighs before settling in the crook, thumbs spreading my outer lips, exposing me completely to his ravishing mouth.

This is so wrong. I’ve never thought of what a mouth down there would really feel like but Jesus to the heavens it’s indescribable.

“I’m going to stuff my cock in this hot little hole soon. You want Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Um hmm.” I choke out, before babbling something else unintelligible as he licks and flicks the tip of his tongue over the sensitive little nub that’s the center of my world right now.

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