But before reaching the promised land, I stop and slide them back up.

She groans in frustration when I brush my thumb over her nipple.

"Cole, please," she gasps. "Touch my pussy, please."

"There's a good girl," I say.

She gasps and shudders, her eyes flying open.

"You like it when I call you that, don't you?"

She bites her lip, but a moment later, nods.

"What did I just finish saying?" I say, a warning note in my voice.

After a moment of hesitation, Annie whispers, "Yes, I like it when you call me that."

"Good girl," I say and immediately slide my finger over her clit, rendering her unable to respond.

She gasps, and I repeat the motion, teasing the little bud.

"Cole," she moans, her back arching.

I slide my fingers over her and press two inside her pussy.

"God, you're soaked," I growl. "I can't wait to get my mouth on you—taste you right here." To emphasize, I press my fingers deeper, making her gasp and cling to me.

"But we have time for that," I say, slowly withdrawing my soaked fingers.

"Wait," she gasps.

But all I do is bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, tasting her.

Her eyes are wide, and her mouth is open.

"Mm, delicious."

Her cheeks go pink, and she stares at me.

"Don't believe me?" I ask.

She shakes her head.

"Let me show you," I say, leaning down and kissing her.

She groans as soon as my tongue touches hers, and I let her taste herself.

She shivers, and when I pull back, her eyes are dark with lust.

"Delicious, right?"

She just looks at me, unsure.

I raise an eyebrow. "I guess I have to show you just how delicious you are to me."

Without giving her a chance to respond, I streak down her body and settle between her legs.

"What are you—?"