Page 43 of North
“North, do you know how hard it is for me not to fuck you against this wall until you rain all over my dick?” My fingers slid from her jaw to her throat and she gasped softly. It wasn’t from fear though.
No.
My girl was turned the fuck on. I smelled her pussy in the air and it made my stomach growl with hunger only she could satiate. That fucking outfit was a bad choice. It was going to get her stuffed full of dick so close to her birthday.
“I knowexactlyhow hard it is.” She gripped my erection through my pants and I pushed out a slow hiss of air.
“Are we playing dirty, Shortcake?” I nipped at her earlobe and she giggled. It was such a soft, sweet sound. I slid my long middle finger along her slick pussy lips then pushed inside her tight hole and stroked her until she closed her eyes. Then I brought my hand to my mouth and let her throat go before I lost my mind and screwed her while everyone was in the kitchen.
“Maybe,” she shrugged, regaining her posture and composure. I held my still wet finger under my nose and smirked at her. I watched her knees knock together while she stared at me and leaned against the wall again for support.
“My lips have been a little dry this winter.” I slid my middle finger along my top and bottom lips and winked at her. “I think this should help.” I slid my finger in my mouth after I was done wetting my lips with her pussy and tasted her.
North’s blue-gray orbs went wide as she stared at me in disbelief. “Did you just…” She aimed her finger at me while her cheeks turned bright pink.
“Come on, Shortcake, we’re being rude to our guests.” I slapped her ass and she glared at me but she couldn’t hide the grin on her face.
It was my duty to keep her grinning and coming over and over.
…
CHAPTER 13
Every time I watched Kane lick his lips or take a drink from his cup, my pussy throbbed with memories of him smearing me all over his lips. Damn, that man knew how to warp my mind in the best way.
After dessert, Sierra offered to stick around in the kitchen to clean up the dishes. I was busy putting away plates and silverware in the dishwasher while Sierra poured us a cup of Beluga vodka. Shit, I needed it after what happened before dinner between Kane and me.
“Drink before your dad comes in,” she said shoving a glass in my direction.
“Yeah, because he won’t smell it on my breath,” I laughed. I still drank it anyway.
“Girl, you’ll be fine.” She waved her hand at me then tipped her glass up catching the last potent drops on her tongue. “Speaking of fine…” She hopped up on the counter and crossed her legs. “Your daddy is fine as fuck.” Her voice was a smooth hum that needled under my skin. I finished off my drink and fingered the end of one of my braids.
“Stop, Sierra.” I shook my head and turned on the dishwasher.
“What? I know it’s weird for you but…mmm.” A slow smile broadened her lips as she rocked from side to side. “I’d call that man daddy all night.”
“That’s enough.” I held my hand up and frowned. “You can’t handle your liquor so I’m sure it’s about to hit you hard.”
“It is not,” she giggled following me into the living room. I paused at the doorway and without saying a word Kane found my eyes and stole my breath.
“Hey guys, we’re gonna head upstairs.” I made sure to look everyone in the eye so I wouldn’t fall headfirst into the green pools on the couch.
“Okay, Shortcake.” He offered me a smile from his seat that would have melted my panties if I had any on.
“See you guys later. Sierra, it was nice meeting you.” Melanie stood to hug me. When she leaned in, she whispered in my ear. “Can we grab a coffee tomorrow?”
“Sure, that sounds good.” I pulled away from Melanie and felt two green and honey-flecked laser beams on me. I tried so hard not to look but I was helpless against his pull.
“Sierra, you need a ride home?” Kane pried his heated gaze off me and looked at Sierra for an answer.
“I was hoping to spend the night and leave in the morning if that’s okay with you.” Sierra laid it on thick but I didn’t know if it would work on Kane because he didn’t like her. I cleared my throat and smiled at him, clasping my hands together.
His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched but he nodded his head. I knew damn well it wasn’t because of Sierra. He caved because of me.
“Okay, you might be right. I can’t handle my liquor,” Sierra groaned as we hurried up the steps before Kane changed his mind.
“Yeah, I know.” I patted her back and led her into my bedroom. Little by little I’d turned the room into my own but I rarely slept in there. Kane’s room had more of me in it than my own.
