Page 89 of The Strike Zone

I’d been distracted enough all day as it was, if I’d knownthiswould be waiting for me, I’d have never made it.

She was incredible.

Her skin, already beginning to tan from the early summer sun, looked like it was glowing gold in the dimmed uplights around the room. The shadows they cast made her legs look seven feet long, ending in the rounded curve of her hips, and sweeping into the dip of her waist.

If I’d been correct when I said she smelled edible, she looked it too—soft and delicious.

“Oh man, I was right. You are better than any dream I’ve ever had,” I whispered, slowly crawling over her body until I hovered above her.

Before she could respond, my mouth dropped to hers. Her tongue darted out as mine licked along her fat bottom lip, before my hunger took over. This wasn’t the kiss we’d shared last night, sleep filled and languid. This was the starter pistol, lust fueled and preparing us for what was to come. Tongues collided hot and heavy, she moaned so deeply it vibrated through her chest to mine, and she took exactly what she needed.

Until it wasn’t enough.

Tilting her neck back, she arched into me as I licked a path along her jaw, nibbling her earlobe, slowly traveling down her throat to her shoulder, and lower. Her moans intensified as one pebbled nipple found itself surrounded by my lips.

“You like that?”

“Hmm.”

My mouth slid across her belly, and my hand slipped between her thighs. She dripped into my palm. Somehow I could almost still taste her from this morning, sweet honey bursting on my tongue, and by the time I found myself back in the same spot I’d left thirteen hours earlier, my dick was harder than my bat.

This morning had been about me. I’d wanted to show her exactly what I was capable of beyond jerking off in the shower.

Right now, was all about her.

Pinning her thighs open, I took one long lap.

Up to this point in my life, 95 percent of the girls I’d had in my bed put on a show. Screaming, thrashing, panting. I enjoyed it, even when I’d known it was as natural as their tits, but Scout was quieter. Even this morning, her body did all the talking, flushed pink and bowing off the mattress with each flick I took of her clit.

Sliding a finger into her slick, hot pussy had her bunching the sheets. If I hadn’t been so distracted with licking up every drop of her, it would have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Adding another finger, stretching out her tight, slick muscles, I built up the pace. The trembling in her thighs turned violent, I was in very real danger of having my head squeezed like a watermelon.

“Fuuck, harder. I need it harder,” she breathed out, grinding her pussy into my face, desperate for more.

“Because you asked so nicely.”

Sucking hard on her clit, I flicked the tip of my tongue over it one last time.

She exploded just as ferociously as she had this morning. Her entire body shattering from the force. Unlike this morning, I had no intention of sitting back and letting her go.

My pants were in a heap on the floor, and I’d sheathed up before she’d even come down to earth.

The sensation of sliding my dick through her soaking wet slit tightened my balls so severely I almost blacked out.

“Scout?” I murmured against her lips. “Look at me.”

Her eyelids flickered open, revealing eyes so glazed with desire it punched me right in the chest.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

The first squeeze of her pussy and I knew I wouldn’t last. Red hot pokers shot down my spine with each inch I gave her. If I didn’t think it would finish this before we’d even started, I’d get it over with and drive myself into her until I wasn’t sure where I ended and she began.

“Jesus, Scout…”

Her eyes flicked up to mine. “Parker, this is…you feel…” she stuttered, and I would have laughed if I wasn’t exactly the same.

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