Page 40 of Body Language
“Mmm,” he hummed against me. “Taste just like I knew you would. Sweet. Messy. Mine.”
I tried to close my legs, but he pushed them wider, his big hands pinning my thighs down. His tongue swirled slow, teasing, before he sucked so hard I damn near saw stars.
“Fuck—” I whimpered, biting my hand.
He pulled back just enough to growl, “Nah. Don’t hide from me, Pretty. I want all them sounds. I want this pussy bragging about me.”
Then, dead serious, he leaned closer, eyes locked on my core.
“You hear me, Pretty? You’re mine now.” He slid his fingers inside me and licked his lips. “Ain’t that right, baby?”
I let out a shaky laugh. “You… you talking to my pussy, right?”
He smirked, lips brushing my inner thigh. “I’m talking to her too. She listening better than you.” He tapped my clit with his tongue like punctuation. “Ain’t that right, Pretty’s pussy? You gon’ let me take care of you, huh?”
I threw my head back, half laughing, half moaning. “You crazy.”
“Crazy about you,” he cut in, sliding two fingers in and out so slow it had me arching off the counter. “Shit, she’s greedy already. Clenching like she ain’t ate in weeks.”
“Kendrix,” I gasped, toes curling.
“That’s it,” he murmured, tongue circling my clit while his fingers stroked deep. “Don’t fight it. Give it to me. I want every drop.”
I was shaking so bad I could barely breathe. He was licking, sucking, and talking shit the whole time.
“Yeah, baby. Moan for me.”
“Shit, she so damn wet I could drown in it.”
“Go ahead and cum, Pretty. Make her thank me.”
When the orgasm hit, it slammed into me so hard, tears formed in my eyes as my body jerked. He groaned against me, eating up everything like he was starving.
When I finally collapsed back against the counter, chest heaving, he kissed my thigh and looked up with that smug-ass grin, beard shining.
“She said thank you.”
I burst out laughing, slapping his chest. “You’re so stupid.”
He licked his lips slow. “Nah. Just fluent in Pretty’s pussy.”
By the time we made it back into the kitchen, I still felt weak in the knees. My damn soul was probably still laid out on the counter in that pool house.
How the hell I go from telling a man I don’t kiss niggas to letting him eat my insides like Sunday dinner… and then stroll up in his mama’s kitchen smiling like nothing happened?
Weird. As. Hell.
But there I was, posted up at the island with a glass of sweet tea, laughing like I’d been part of the family for years.
Kendrix had three brothers. Kairo, Kross, and Kordai. And Lord have mercy, they were all fine as hell. It was like the Lord said,copy, paste, add a little seasoning each time.And the personalities were loud, unhinged, petty, and perfect.
Khloe was across from me, rolling her eyes so hard I thought she’d sprain something while her husband Kairo kept poking at her.
“I’m just saying. Khloe always talking about how I don’t make time,” he said, scooping a spoonful of red beans and rice, “but she never forgets to swipe that black card. New shoes. New wigs. Chefs for dinner because she’s ‘too tired to cook.’ Time don’t matter when the bills stay paid.”
Khloe’s head turned so slow I thought she might break her neck.
“Excuse me?” she said, voice flat.
