Page 22 of You're All I Need

She chuckles and climbs back on top of her kitchen table. “Funny, my ex said it was too big.”

A wave of anger sweeps through me as I stare at her, my jaw practically unhinging from her comment. “What a fucking douche, who’s obviously blind.”

She grins and shrugs. “I have an ass. He’s not wrong, but I don’t care.”

Taking a step forward, I run my hands up her bare thighs. “As you shouldn’t. He’s clearly the world’s biggest dumbass.”

“Clearly,” she agrees, spreading her legs apart just a little bit more. “But I don’t care. I’m comfortable with my body. So I’m not a skinny Barbie. Who cares?”

My eyes burn with desire as I meet her lust-fueled ones. “You’re incredible,” I find myself saying, my heart hammering a steady beat in my chest. I’m big on compliments, but for some reason, this one feels like more. I refuse to try to figure out whyand return my attention to the matter at hand. I’m here for a reason. I need to focus on that.

Brushing my thumb over her wet panties, I ask, “Ready?”

“Do you always talk this much?” she sasses.

My lips quirk in a little smirk. “Yes.” I apply a little more pressure and circle my thumb over her most sensitive spot.

Her breathing hitches and her eyes turn a bit glassy. “Well, talk away. Just don’t stop doing that.”

Crouching down on my knees, I push her thighs farther apart to fit my body. “I have no intention of stopping, unless you tell me to.”

“Not happening,” she mutters as I push the navy lace to the side, exposing her wet pussy. It’s completely shaved and beckoning for my tongue.

As I lean in, I catch her scent and groan as desire reaches into my jeans and grips my balls. I don’t hesitate. I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick. My senses explode as I swirl it against the hard nub.

Adrienne’s hips move. She shifts, getting closer to my mouth as she rides my tongue. I move two fingers to her entrance and even though I long to thrust both inside, I start slow. I don’t want to hurt her, so I gently push my middle finger into her body and latch on to her clit with my lips.

“Oh fuck,” she says through a gasp, lifting her hips and pressing against my face. Her hand dives into my hair, her fingers tugging on the strands as she rolls against me, holding me in place.

Sliding my finger in and out a few times, making sure she’s ready, I slip a second one inside. I can feel the tightness as she adjusts to the invasion. I suck her clit between my lips and follow it up with a few flicks of my tongue. Her body starts to move, rocking hard and chasing the pleasure. As much as I’d love todrag this out, tease her until she’s teetering the line between pleasure and pain, I just want to see her come.

Feel it.

Taste it.

It’s a craving I can’t seem to overcome.

Rotating my hand until my palm is up, I curl my fingers deep inside her. I know the moment I achieve my goal, because she cries out. I draw her swollen clit into my mouth once more with a bit more suction and slide the tips of my fingers across her G-spot. The combination sends her flying. Adrienne comes hard, her internal muscles gripping my fingers and spasming around me. I lick at her release, milking every last drop I can from her.

When she falls back against the table and her legs dangle from exhaustion, I finally stop. A smile crosses my lips as I pull my fingers out and suck off the juices.

“Stop smiling.”

I bark out a laugh. “What are you talking about?” I ask, even though I was most definitely grinning from ear to ear.

“I can sense your cockiness,” she informs me, sitting up and meeting my gaze.

Once I stand, my eyes drop to where my raging cock is strained behind my denim. “Oh, I have a lot morecockinessin store for you.”

Her grin is a little lopsided as she hops off the table and presses her lush body against mine. I’m tight with tension and need, and the moment she plasters herself to me, every muscle, every tendon tautens even more. “I’m really looking forward to getting my hands on yourcockiness.”

Holding my arms out to the side, I reply, “I’m all yours, sugar.”

She reaches behind her back and releases her bra. Her full tits bounce as she drops the bra to the ground, her dark nipples hard and begging for my teeth. All I can do is watchas she shimmies out of her panties, not caring at all I probably stretched them out and ruined them.

Turning, she takes a few steps toward the living room. Glancing over her shoulder, she murmurs, “The bedroom is this way, cowboy.”

Like a puppy dog, I follow, flipping off the kitchen light as I go. My eyes are completely transfixed on her ass as she starts to climb the stairs, and I can’t help but reach out and gently grab her hips. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t say a word, just leads me to the second floor like the siren she is.

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