Page 77 of Show Off

“So fucking pretty.” I dip my head for a taste. Just one little lick, that’s all.

But the second I taste her, one taste could never be enough. Lana gasps as I trace my tongue around her clit. She’s so slick and ready, so lush and hot and wet. Even hotter than I remember from the kitchen counter back at her parents’ place.

I push thoughts of her family from my mind and focus on Lana.OnlyLana. It’s about fucking time someone did.

“You’re delicious,” I whisper, dipping my tongue inside her. Her hips arch up and I press a hand to her belly. “Lie back like a good girl and take it.”

She shudders in my palms, her sex spread out for me like the sweetest buffet. I devour every inch of her, hungry for her soft cries and the clutch of her hands in my hair.

When she tenses beneath me, I know she’s close. “Let go, baby,” I command as I lick her again. “I’ve got you.”

That’s all it takes. She explodes as I sink two fingers inside, her back bowing off the couch as she flings out an arm and knocks a throw pillow to the floor. Her cries fill the living room, fill my ears with the thunder of her pleasure. Her sex squeezes my fingers as her voice fills my ears.

“Bedroom.” She struggles to sit up, hair falling over her face. “I want?—”

“I know.” Because I want it, too. I get to my feet and try to pull her up, but she doesn’t need my help. She’s not dissolving in a puddle, so weak in the knees that I need to carry her through the living room. She’s already halfway down the hall.

As she reaches my bedroom, she turns with a devilish smile. “There’s a bonus to knowing everyone’s exact floor plan.”

“What’s that?” I’m distracted by fixing the bulge in my shorts as I trail her to the bedroom.

“Efficiency.” She grins and throws her arms wide, falling like an angel onto my dark red duvet. “I’m naked in your bed before you’ve even got your shorts off.”

“That can be remedied.” I reach for my fly and her eyes drop. My ego soars as she licks her lips. “Lana,” I murmur, so her gaze bounces to mine. “Tell me how you want this.”

“Let me taste you.” She’s already crawling to the edge of the bed, so sexy I nearly pass out. “Please, Dal. You’ve had your mouth on me.”

Like I’m going to argue. “Jesus,” I hiss as she shoves down my shorts in one quick stroke before curling her fingers around me. I wasn’t expecting her to be this bold. As she takes me in her mouth, I almost lose it. “Lana.”

That’s the only word I manage becauseholy Christ—that feels good. Her tongue glides like liquid velvet, stroking me from root to tip. The sight of her perfect pink lips wrapped around me, wide blue eyes flicking to mine—it’s almost too much.

“Baby, I can’t—” God, I can’t even form words. “You’ll make me lose it if you don’t slow down.”

But I don’t want her to. I want to feel this tight heat forever. To watch her eyes glint with mischief as she slows to a languid pace. She’s making a show of the tease, swirling her tongue down and back, licking the head before sliding back down.

“Say it,” she says, and I don’t have to ask what she means.

“Good girl,” I groan, threading my hands through her hair. “The fucking best.”

She laughs around me, taking me deep in her throat. That’s it. I can’t hold out much longer.

“Lana,” I say, but she doesn’t hear me. Or maybe she’s just too lost in her effort to tease me.

Time to pivot. Shifting my hips, I pull out of her mouth with an audiblepop. As she looks up with wide blue eyes, I hook my hands beneath her arms and pull her up. I’d planned to press her back against the bed but can’t resist that lush mouth.

“So fucking perfect.” I growl as I kiss her, stroking her tongue with mine.

And sheismine, at least for the next few hours. I’m already half in love with her, so getting possessive might be a bad move.

That doesn’t stop me from using my body to push her back, spreading her out beneath me. I fumble in the nightstand for a condom, never breaking our kiss as I sheath myself.

Drawing my cock through her slick folds, I smile as she grips my ass.

“Dal,” she groans and arches to greet me. “Tell me that’s not the same condom from last night.”

“It’s not.” I keep my eyes locked on hers as I ease inside. She’s so fucking tight. I’m trying to go slow, to let her adjust to the intrusion.

But Lana’s not having it. She anchors her heels at my thighs and drags me in deep so I’m rooted inside her. It’s my turn to gasp, though she does it, too. For a second, that’s all we are. Not two bodies, but one fused together with soft sighs and sharp groans of pleasure.

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