Page 62 of My Kinda Song (Summer Sisters 3)

“Huh?” she asks, gazing up at me with cloudy eyes.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Crawling up her body so that I’m stretched out beside her, my head resting on my hand, I say, “You did. You said you’ve always wanted someone to do that. Was that your first time?”

Embarrassment creeps up her neck and reddens her face. “I…well, it’s not my first time to have…you know…but it might have been my first time someone did…that.”

Instantly hating every fucking clown she’s ever dated, I cup her cheek with my hand and lean in for a kiss. “That’s a fucking shame.”

“Colton, he, umm, never wanted to. The one time I asked him to, he said it was gross.”

“Fuck,” I breathe harshly, closing my eyes. I’d give anything to knock the shit out of that douche right about now. “Baby, that was amazing. Watching you come by my mouth, my fingers, has me so fucking turned on, I’m afraid I’ll embarrass myself if I don’t get inside you soon.”

“Really?” her voice eager and hopeful.

“Hell yeah. I’d do it again if it weren’t so imperative to my health that I feel that tight pussy wrap around my cock.” Her eyes flare to life, excitement reflecting brightly in those sexy green eyes.

“I’d let you do it again,” she whispers, averting her eyes coyly.

“And I will do it again. But not now.” I slide on top of her, loving the way her body feels against mine. I’m still dressed, which must be remedied immediately.

Standing up, I quickly lose my shirt. My boots and socks are next, very hastily followed by my pants. I should fucking shower, but I’m not wasting one more second to make her mine. I’ve already told her this much, but now I make it official. Now, I claim my best friend as my own.

I slip my boxer briefs down my legs and a loud gasp rings out. Glancing up, Abby’s eyes are focused on my cock. It’s large and jutting straight from my body. The head is an angry shade of purple from all the teasing and foreplay. But that’s not what she’s staring at.

“What’s that?” she whispers.

“That’s an Apadravya.”

“You have your…it pierced?”

“Yeah. Got it done a few years ago. Hurt like hell and took about six months to heal.”

She’s blatantly gawking at my cock, studying with openness and curiosity. “Can I touch it?”

“There’s nothing I’d love more, but I’m afraid I’m a little too wound tight, Abs.”

“Please,” she begs softly, her eyes returning to mine. And I know in that moment, I couldn’t deny her anything.

Giving her a slight nod, she moves to a sitting position and crawls to the end of the bed. She’s checking it out with a critical eye, her hand hovering just below my dick. “Can I?” Again, I give her a shaky nod.

I steel myself for what’s to come next, but wasn’t even remotely close to being prepared for Abby’s touch. Her fingers are gentle and tentative, as if she’s afraid my cock might bite her. Oh, and it might, just not in a bad way.

“Wow, that’s pretty hot,” she whispers absently, and I wonder if she actually meant to say it aloud.

Her warm hand wraps around me and I almost come out of my skin. I start to count backwards from one hundred, praying that I’ll be able to control the lust slamming into my body with her slightest touch. Shit, at this point, I have to remind myself to breathe.

Gazing down, I’m in awe at how beautiful she looks. Sure, she’s staring at my dick like it’s a fudge pop, but there’s something that resembles wonderment in her eyes. Her fingers gently slide along the head until she reaches the ball on the underside.

Breathe, Levi. Just breathe.

Her fingers continue to touch the piercing, the hypersensitive head about to explode off my body. She wraps her other hand around the base of my cock, gently squeezing as she toys with the ball on top of the head.

One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight…

“I want to lick it.” Those hypnotizing eyes clash with mine, and I swear mine about bug out of my head. Is she serious? She’s not just a fantasy anymore; she’s fucking everything.

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