Page 123 of Cozen

“Before morning, that needs to be my cock your lips are wrapping around like that,” he said.

Cozen released the fork with a grin. “Give me a good fuck out here where anybody can see, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Goddamn.

“You’re a wicked woman,” Sargon said, chuckling.

“You assume I got this way by myself.”

“I bet you were always like this—maybe you just needed a little bit of help to showcase it better.”

“Maybe.”

“You want more cake?”

Cozen wet her lips. “No, not particularly.”

Instantly, Sargon discarded the plate and fork to the tiny table next to the wicker chairs on the balcony. Cozen was reaching for a towel on one of the chairs, but he didn’t let her get that far. She’d asked for something else, after all. He planned to give it to her.

The towel fell from Cozen’s hand when Sargon grabbed her around the waist with one arm, and pulled her to his body. Her back fit tight to his chest and he swung them around, and pushed her up against the banister.

Her breathless laughter melted into a surprised gasp when his teeth sunk into her shoulder, and his fingers slipped down over her stomach before finding the heaven lower between her thighs. Jesus. She was already wet—so warm, nice and tight, and damn slick on his fingers when he pumped two into her greedy pussy.

She didn’t hide her desire, instead opening her legs even wider for him as his kisses rained down on the back of her neck.

“Did you know your pussy tastes like candy to me?” he asked in her ear. “I can’t fucking get enough of it—it’s addicting, Zen.”

“Oh, my God.”

He felt her hand slip down beside his, and one of her fingers joined his two before it was gone from between her thighs once more. She offered her finger—wet with her arousal—over her shoulder to him like it was a gift.

It was.

He grabbed her ass hard while he fucked her deeper with his fingers, and sucked her offering into his mouth at the same time. Tart and hot, her flavor coated his tongue, and it instantly made him get down on his knees to find more.

“Open up—spread for me,” he demanded.

Two quick snaps of his palms slapped against her thighs. She widened her legs, and spread herself for him with another one of those teasing, sexy laughs. He stopped her laugh really fucking fast when he buried his face into her cunt from behind.

His tongue tunneled into her pussy while his fingers worked at her clit. Every little drop of her arousal that he could get into his damn mouth, he lapped it up like liquid gold. It was too precious to waste.

She was too fucking precious.

“Love it when you eat my pussy,” she said.

All breathy.

So high.

Christ.

His tongue and fingers worked her faster until he felt the telltale signs of her oncoming orgasm. The shaking in her thighs, and the clenching of her muscles. The way her cries came out louder—loud enough to echo down to the street below them.

When she did come, he kept his fingers rubbing tight, fast circles against her clit as he stood back up quickly. His pants were already unbuttoned; his fly already unzipped from when he had just yanked them on after jumping out of the hot tub earlier when the food came.

He pumped his hard cock with a firm fist a couple of times, but he didn’t linger too long there. He wanted to be inside her—was dying to get her pussy wrapping him tight, and sucking him deeper.

It was better than a drink.