Page 111 of Loving Ladybug: Part One
“Are you sure?” He smoothed my hair, which was a little crazy today with the humidity.
“I am. Thank you.” I tucked myself under his arm as we checked out.
The total made me suck in a breath.
“I know. We work hard, so we’re allowed to get treats sometimes,” he told me as we paid for our things.
His arm stayed around me as we walked through the plaza, finishing our bubble teas, him carrying our bag.
Shit. He’d bought me books. If I hadn’t already decided I wanted something with Clark, this would tip me over.
“Anything else you need?” He tossed our empty cups into the garbage.
“I’m good, thank you.” I squeezed his hand.
He tucked everything into his backpack and we went into the parking garage. Putting on his helmet, I got on behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
The area of the parking garage our floor used was empty. Including Tenzin’s truck.
“Thank you again,” I told him as I took off the helmet.
“Any time.” Clark leaned in and kissed me, tasting of milk tea.
Heat flared between us as I pressed into him. His hand moved under my sundress.
“Sit on the seat, Gweny.” His eyes gleamed.
“What?” I looked up at him as he worked my panties off.
“I need some dessert. Now be a good girl and sit on the seat and spread your pussy wide.” His voice went rumbly.
I’d never heard him speak like that, and I didn’t move. Because I liked it.
His look softened. “Hey, you can sayno. You canalwayssay no. I don’t want to push you. I was being silly. Isn’t buying a girl books and bubble tea, then eating her out on your motorcycle sort of a universal girl fantasy? If you’re not ready, it’s okay. I just want to take care of you. Apologies if I misunderstood.”
“Please have me for dessert.” I sucked in a breath as I climbed onto the motorcycle, spreading my legs wide for him.It’s my fantasy now.
He set everything down, thengot on his kneesin front of me.
Mmmm, an alpha on their knees? So incredibly sexy.
“Look at you, with your legs spread so wide and ready for me.” Clark stroked my bare thighs, re-positioning them. “Such a good, good girl.”
That dirty talk was hot.
Clark buried his head in my pussy, a hand on each thigh. His tongue caressed my inner folds. A gasp escaped my lips as the motorcycle moved back and I grabbed onto it, bracing for a fall.
One hand moved behind my back. He gazed up at me. “You won’t fall. I’ve got you. Now, where was I…”
He attacked my pussy like I was a delicious dessert and he hadn’t eaten all day. One of my hands fisted his hair, more to hold on than to guide him. Another moan left my lips as he rolled my clit with his tongue.
Mmmm, he didn’t need any guidance.
Not to mention I’d never been eaten out in a parking garage where anyone could come in. The very thought heightenedeverything.
Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind if Tenzin came home and saw this.
“You taste so good, Gweny. Best dessert ever,” he murmured into my pussy, one hand stroking my leg.
