Page 83 of Already Callin’ You Mine

“And I’m going to show you just how much.”

Pressing a kiss to my belly, right on one of my marks, Jace moans softly. Then he does it again. My breath catches, my mind trying to wrap itself around what he’s doing to me. What he’s saying.

“Watch me, Mama,” he demands, that nickname even sexier when he’s got me like this. “Watch me show you just how much I like this part of you. Watch me make you mine.”

His kisses go from soft and sweet to open-mouthed and wet. Like he’s branding me. Finding each one of those lines that I hate and turning them into something to be loved. Making me feel something I haven’t felt in a long fucking time.

Adored.

Moving his way down my front, Jace doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even hesitate. Simply continues his journey, his hot mouth branding my skin until he reaches exactly what he wants. Nudging my legs apart, he still doesn’t hesitate, running his tongue through my wetness.

“Gaaah!” I squeal, hand flying to his head.

“That’s it, Pres,” he moans, swiping at my pussy. I suck in air, trying to catch the breath that he stole—that he continues to steal—his tongue not letting up. “Watch me as I lick your pretty pussy.”

I do just that. I look up, focusing on him in the mirror, kneeling between my legs. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed, my heart jackhammering against my chest as I drink it in. Jace doesn’t hold back either, diving in like a man on a mission. He licks, nibbles, and sucks on me like he’s starving. Like I’m his favorite meal after a week of fasting.

I run my fingers through his hair, trying to hold on as my knees weaken, the pleasure he’s giving me too much. If it wasn’t for him holding on to my hips, there would be no way I’d still be standing. It’s all too much.

Turning his focus to my clit, he sharpens his tongue, flicking it. Fast and hard. Like hummingbird wings. There’s no time to prepare myself, no telltale tingle swirling in my belly. Just the tidal wave of sheer bliss that slams into me.

“Jace!” I scream, tightening my grip on his hair.

He doubles down, continuing his focused movements. I’m not sure it matters though, because I’m a million miles away. I see stars, their bright, blinding lights obscuring my vision, keeping me catapulting through this pleasure.

Trying to catch my breath, I open my eyes, catching sight of us in the mirror again. Jace is still on his knees before me, kissing along my mound again. I smile, loosening my hold on him and running my hands through his brown locks, trying to unmuss them.

“Fuck, do I love it when you say my name,” he growls. “And I lied. Your pussy is my favorite part.”

Holy shit, does this man know all the right things to say.

Jace pushes to his feet, wrapping an arm around me and yanking me into him for a kiss. Our bodies collide with a soft thud, quickly drowned out by the sound of my pulse rushing through my veins. The taste of me is still on his lips, amping me up all over again.

Until I realize something. Jace is still fully dressed. In his Halloween costume.

I just had my pussy eaten by one of my favorite cartoon characters.

“You’re still dressed,” I say around a giggle.

“I am.”

“Why?”

“Because this wasn’t about me. You’re in charge here, Mama,” he tells me. “You’re the one calling the shots.”

I swoon, his perfect answer locked and loaded, doing me in. I kiss him again, my hard nipples rubbing against the polyester fabric, wanting more attention. Needing it. Needing him.

“I want you,” I whisper, wanton and breathy. “Now.”

“Then you shall have me.”

Jace rips at his costume, some of it pulling off easy thanks to more Velcro, some of it taking a bit more effort, seams ripping as he tugs. I don’t take time to think about if he has a change of clothes. I’m too dialed in to getting him naked. To seeing him in all his glory.

Because I bet it’s spectacular.

And I’m not wrong.

Jace stands up to his full height, the only article of clothing left on him a pair of Scooby-Doo boxer briefs that hug him like a second skin. I burst out laughing, my hand flying to my mouth to try and hide my amusement.