Page 580 of The Tempted

Chapter Twenty-three

“Get dressed,” Blackie said against my breast before he pushed himself up. After the shower that resulted with me being pressed up against the wall and Blackie on his knees, devouring me he carried my limp body to the bed. It didn’t end there though, he then treated me to another orgasm with his hand, followed by another when he finally fucked me.

Three orgasms and I still wasn’t satisfied.

“Do I have to?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips. “I mean there are so many things we can do that don’t require clothes.”

“Gonna make me work hard to keep up with you, Lace,” he hissed, bending his head to take my nipple between his teeth.

I loved when he did that and when he twisted my nipples between his fingers because he always soothed the pain with his tongue.

Blackie’s tongue was a God-given gift.

Either that or he was a talented man because I was sure there wasn’t another man on this planet who could do the things he did.

“I think you can handle it,” I murmured, locking my legs around his waist, trapping him between them.

“Oh, you do, huh?”

“Yeah, I do,” I teased, lifting my hips and grinding my pussy against him.

“I’ve created a monster,” he muttered, lifting a hand and grazed my cheek with the back of it. “Thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this Lace…smiling, face flushed and your pussy grinding on my cock, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“I like the way you talk,” I admitted. “I didn’t think I would, but it turns me on.”

“I see that,” he grinned, as his fingers glided over me. “Your cunt gets nice and wet when I talk dirty to you.”

His teeth nipped at my lower lip, tugging on it as he slipped two fingers inside of me.

“Mmm, what else gets you wet?” he questioned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, stretching me.

Best reunion ever.

I had already had his mouth, his fingers and his cock and when he added the third finger it reminded me of the girth of his thick cock.

My hand couldn’t close around it.

“Your mouth,” I hissed. “Your beard when it rubs against me,” I added.

“You like it when I fuck you with my mouth, Angel?”

He withdrew his fingers, reached behind him and unlocked my legs, planting my feet on the mattress as he spread me out.

“I like it when you fuck me. Period. End of story.”

“Girl’s feelin’ loose,” he asserted. “Keep talkin’,” he grunted as he fisted his cock.

“Quit messing around, Blackie and give me what you and I both want,” I ordered as I sat up and closed my hand over his. “Give me this.”

He moaned encouraging me.

“Always,” I whispered as I pried finger by finger off, replacing them with my own. “Say it. Promise me.”

“Always,” he vowed.

“Now fuck me and fuck me like you want to, without restraint. I promise you I can take it,” I coaxed as my hand clenched around his cock and my other massaged his balls.

“Lace…” he struggled.

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