Page 36 of Little Devil

“Shut up,” she chuckles, wrapping her hand around the back of my neck to pull my mouth back to hers. “I don’t even like this room. This is just what my interior designer thinks I should like.”

“Your interior designer,” I echo, sliding my tongue bar over her lip. “Poor little rich girl.”

“Says the boy with the Camaro,” she throws back, squealing when I pinch her nipple between my fingers.

Her back arches against my touch and I run my hand over her stomach, sliding two fingers over her wet clit to push them inside her. She moans and lifts her ass up off the bed, but she doesn’t let me off the hook.

“You have money,” she points out. “Lots of it, I think.”

I kiss the vein in her neck and she pulls my hair, tugging my head back until I’m forced to look at her. I can tell she wants to ask what my parents do for a living, but I don’t feel like talking about that while I’m finger fucking her, which is why I decide to distract her with my tongue. I lick the valley between her breasts and she whimpers, automatically rolling her hips out to fuck my hand.

“Good girl,” I whisper, stealing another kiss from her mouth before I move down to lie between her legs. “Get up on your elbows and watch me eat your pussy.”

“Jesus, Xan,” she hisses, her cheeks flushed, but I think she likes it when I talk like that.

I dip my head and slide my tongue over the inside of her thigh, smirking to myself when she glares and knocks my head with her knee to get my mouth where she wants it. I curl my fingers inside her and kiss the edge of her pussy, teasing her like that a minute, then I give her what she wants and lick her clit until she forgets how much she doesn’t like me.

“Holy shit,” she chokes out, quickly slapping a hand over her mouth to stop herself.

I laugh lightly and reach up to take that same hand, moving it down to my head so she can run her fingers through my hair. She scrapes her nails over my scalp and I run my piercing over the ball of her clit, enjoying the quiet noises leaving her throat while she pushes my face down to her pussy.

She’s holding out on me and I know it, but I don’t rush her or tell her to come.

I’d eat her out all night long if she’d let me.

I slide my free hand over her stomach and pinch her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Her moans get louder and she tilts her head back on her shoulders, tightening her grip on my hair while she locks her thighs around my head. My scalp stings and I groan, fucking loving the way she tastes while she comes all over my fingers. I lick the wetness from her pussy and she pushes my head away, falling down on her back with her hair spread out like a messy halo around her head.

Funny considering I’m about to fuck the angel right out of her.

She grins like she knows it and I grin back, squeezing her hip while I run my tongue over the curve of her waist. I plan on licking every inch of her body until she’s begging me for my cock, but then she sucks her stomach in and I look up at her, not missing the way I can see her fucking ribs poking out beneath her flesh.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” she asks, frowning when I move up to crowd her space.

“That.” I flick her navel, brushing her hair behind her ear when I catch the sadness in her eyes. “Fuck, baby, don’t you know how perfect your body is?”

She hesitates, then slowly shakes her head no. I grind my teeth together and snatch her jaw to stop her, gently moving my hand to the back of her neck to hold her forehead against mine.

“Breathe out.”

She doesn’t, and I swear to god I could kill Noah fucking Campbell.

“Please, Jordyn.”

She swallows but eventually does as she’s told, looking so unsure that my heart physically aches for her.

Right then, I decide I’m keeping her for myself, mostly because I want to but also because fuck this.

She doesn’t need those nasty motherfuckers filling her head with this bullshit.

Not now she has me.

“Xan?”

“What, baby?”

“I hate it when you call me Jordyn.”

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