I answer every hum and moan with an increased sense of urgency.
“Fuck, you turn me on,” he says into my mouth.
Ditto.
He hitches my right leg over his hip and presses his bulge against my naked pussy.
I’m going to melt.
“Your heady scent…” He groans. “I need more.”
He lowers his hands and palms my ass. He pulls my cheeks apart before bringing them back together. I draw in a breath at the clapping sound. He does it again, and again, and again, taking pleasure and causing my clit to throb like crazy.
He leans down and runs his tongue along the side of my throat.
I can’t even think straight anymore.
His warm breath flirts with my skin. “You want me to stretch your tight pussy and make you cry out my name?”
I nod.
“You think you can handle all of me?”
“I––I’ll try.”
Maybe I’m biting off more than I can chew.
He pulls away from me. “Try?” He cocks an eyebrow. “Then you don’t want my cock bad enough.”
Panic surges through me.
“I can handle every inch of you.”
“You sure about that?”
I swallow. “Same for your impressive girth.”
“Seems like you know what you want.”
“I do.”
He grins wide. “Don’t come crying to me when I grant your wish.”
Dear God.
I could climax from the warning alone.
Chapter 20
Rhett
Ishould’ve known from the look in her eyes when she was standing on the other side of the fence this had nothing to do with no damn snack. I blame the hot sun. Honestly, I wouldn’t say no to her waiting to greet me in this skimpy t-shirt every single night.
What a way to end the day.
I slide a finger between her pussy lips, scooping up her slickness.
Her breath hitches, and she folds forward, gripping my chest for support.
