Page 44 of A Damaged Soul
Damn she was good. Too good. My cock wanted to explode as her tongue circled the tip over and over again.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I tried to slow her down to make it last.
"Hands between your legs, beautiful. I want to watch you touch yourself."
Elle was quick to do as I asked. I watched as her right hand slid between her legs and her left hand flexed on my leg.
"That's it, beautiful."
I encouraged her on. Watching her touch herself was enough to prolong my own release. At least until she licked the underside and played with my balls.
"Hop off unless you want my cum sliding down your throat," I warned her with barely enough time before my release slammed into me like a freight train.
I grunted her name at the same time she moaned around my cock from her own release.
I watched in complete fascination as Elle's mouth left me with a slight pop. Leaning forward, I used my thumb to wipe off around her mouth and groaned when she sucked it into her mouth.
"You're going to be the death of me," I told her with complete honesty.
"You can't die yet," Elle replied as she climbed up onto my lap. Careful not to jostle my ribs, she curled up with me. "I've only just found you."
And that was how we spent the rest of the evening. The two of us curled up half naked and utterly satisfied.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Elle
"I'm so glad I finally got you away from Rhett. I swear it's been ages since we went out together," Molly whined from where she sat next to me on the barstool.
"It's been three weeks." I laughed. "The last time was the night I met Rhett."
"Exactly!" Molly sliced her finger in the air. "Ever since he came into your life, you've ditched me."
I couldn't help but continue to laugh at Molly's exaggeration.
"You realize I see you every day at work, and we meet up once a week to talk about new books," I reminded her.
Molly pouted. "I know."
"Still not good enough?" I took a sip of my wine and raised my brow at her.
"I'm just jealous you're getting some on the regular these days, which is putting you in a good mood."
I spit my wine across the bar.
"I'm sorry," I told the bartender who had the misfortune of being in the firing range.
"It's no problem." The female bartender smiled as she used the bar rag to wipe down the front of her shirt. "Us girls have to stick together, and I'm happy someone is getting sex on the regular because I sure as hell ain't."
It was a good thing the lighting in the bar was so dark because I was sure my face was every shade as red as Molly's shirt.
I gave the bartender a weak smile and then was happy when a gentleman farther down the bar waved her down for another drink.
"Molly!" I hissed as soon as we were alone. "You can't go and say things like that without giving me a warning."
"Oh please." She rolled her eyes. "Our entire friendship should be one big warning for you."
Well, if that wasn't the truth.
