Page 89 of The Prodigal

I don’t know where the words came from, but Remington’s eyes flash to mine instantly.

“You lie down in the sand, and I’ll bury you up to your neck. Then, I’ll sit on your face,” I propose with a coy smile. “And if you can’t make me come, you have to smile and be sweet the rest of the day.”

I hold out my hand, but he swats it away, already pushing to his feet. “I’ll help you dig the hole.”

Remington

Icouldn’t dig that fucking hole fast enough.

You would have thought a carton of cigarettes wrapped in pink pussy was waiting at the bottom. I was possessed by the thought of being restrained as she rode my face, taking what she needed from me.

“Eden!” I snap, pushing her lame-ass handful of sand out of the way. “Move.”

“I’m hurrying,” she lies, her laughter giving away her strategic delay.

“You’re cockblocking is what you’re fucking doing.”

I scoop an armful of sand and dump it next to her feet. “Just stand there and ready your pussy,” I order. “I do not want to hear that you’re overstimulated when I drive my tongue inside you and make you come on my face.”

“So vulgar,” she chides as a faint blush tints her cheeks.

I roll my eyes. “I thought you said I was romantic.”

“You are.” She laughs. “You’re vulgarly romantic.”

“At least I’m not swoony.”

No one needs that word floating around, killing my boner.

“All right.” I stand, eyeing the hole. “I think the hole is deep enough.”

Even if it isn’t, I’m not waiting any longer.

Easing down into the shallow grave, I snap my fingers. “You have five minutes to bury me. If I were you, I would start with my hands, because when time is up, I will grab you and claim my reward.”

I don’t play in the sand for free.

She tsks like I should be ashamed of myself.

Spoiler alert: I’m not.

“I don’t believe those were the rules, 101.”

My eyes narrow. “What gave you the impression that I follow rules?”

She’s delusional if she thinks I will let her tease me with my own possessions. After all, it was just yesterday that she told me to claim what was mine.

I did.

She better get busy burying.

“Time’s ticking, Eve. Don’t make me prove how healthy my smoke-filled lungs are. You’ll be disappointed.”

“Oh my gosh.” She doubles over with laughter. “Pussy has made you crazier.”

Hence the reason I haven’t indulged in years. I have enough addictions to obsess over. I didn’t need another, but she provoked me until I popped the seal. My behavior is all on her.

“Eden!” I bark. “Bury me, or I’ll bury you and shove my cock down that pretty little mouth of yours.”

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