Page 89 of Our Scorching Summer

I can barely breathe. No one’s taken me with such ownership before.

I thrust harder and deeper into her tight throat, my dick swelling. “I’m going to—” I choke out, my head instinctively toppling back into the shower stream. “Can—can I come?”

“Say please,” she moans, and I drop my gaze at her hands fisting my cock.

For fuck’s sake. “Please, Lily.”

She flashes me a sardonic smile. “I want to watch you finish all over my tits.”

One stroke.

Two.

Then Lily smirks up at me, her eyes alight with the anticipation of my release.

And I’m entirely finished.

Streaks of white paint her full breasts. Lily presents them to me, watching as my need drips onto her. Her accomplished smile is permanently tattooed into my mind.

When my spiral of mind-blowing concentration breaks, I mirror the grin on her lips. “How did I get so lucky?”

Lily takes hold of my shaky index finger and drags it across the splatter of cum on her chest before circling it around her hardened nipples.

“You’re starting to grow on me.” She lights up with mischief and places my finger in her mouth, sucking my release off her skin.

That’s it. I’ve died. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Uhhh—wow. Fuck.” My dick fills with blood again, already hanging half-mast from her possessive display.

She drags my finger out of her mouth and blinks up at me. “You know what I think?”

“What’s that, beautiful?”

“You’remylittle slut,” Lily jests.

She’s fucking perfect.

I hoist her up, pressing every exposed part of her flesh into me. “Only for you, love.”

The nickname skips out of me, and before Lily can repeat the list of rules, I connect her swollen lips to mine.

There’s no fucking way that word just came out of my mouth. I don’t even know what that string of letters means.

It’s lust. All we have here is lust.

My friend has assured me of that plenty of times.

Lily Rodin, my fuck buddy.That’s it.

I try to spin my thoughts back in that direction, but the way my heart races makes it difficult to focus on our kiss.

I inhale her skin. The sweet and salty mixture of us coats my tongue.

Lily moans into me, filling my lungs, which are starving for each one of her breaths. One of my hands teases, tugs, and pinches at her breasts while the other scrapes against her ass, pulling her naked body closer to mine.

“It’s my turn to have some fun.” I sink before her until her whimpers sound like prayers.

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