Page 106 of Make Me Laugh

I need her.

Joey slips her thumbs under the waistband of her jeans, and I tug from the bottom. She spreads her legs wide, leaning on her elbows with a crooked lust drunk gaze.

She’s wearing a pretty dark-blue lace thong, and I know she’s not wearing a bra. I noticed it the second she got to the venue with Frankie.

I was bummed and relieved at the same time when she was wearing a sweater at the Ferris wheel. On one hand, I didn’t have to shift my focus from her perky pierced nipples all night, but on the other, I didn’t get to stare at her perky pierced nipples all night.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand.

“Keep yours on.” Joey eyes my Hex shirt.

I chuckle, the sound vibrating from deep within my chest. “Yes, Mommy.” My hands run up Joey’s calves, tracing the outlines of a few tattoos on my way up.

“My god, that shouldn’t be hot.” She shivers, letting loose a short breath.

“Shirt. Now,” I growl a reminder, rising from the floor to crawl between her legs.

I don’t need to ask again. She crosses her arms and slips the tight gray T-shirt over her head. Her tits bounce when they’re freed from their hold, rounding at the bottom in a perfect handful.

The jewelry is different this time. In one nipple there’s a dagger, the other a heart. I hum a content groan, sliding my fingers under the waistband of her lace thong. They’re the only fabric left keeping Joey from being completely naked, and if I weren’t so eager to see her bare again, I’d flip her over and enjoy the view.

“I don’t know how much time we have before the others get home, but in case I haven’t made myself clear yet…” I trail off, tearing Joey out of her underwear. Settling in between her legs, I loop my arm around her thigh, spreading her open with my fingers. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, making my mouth water at the thought of what I’m about to do. My eyes rake up her body slowly until they meet hers. “You come first. Every single time.” I bring my tongue to her clit without breaking eye contact, swirling slow circles.

Joey’s moaning before my mouth makes it to her, eyes rolling as she falls to her back. “Oh fuck, West.”

My name on her lips is music to my ears. It’s a close second to her laugh. “Mmm, that’s my girl,” I mumble against her clit, rewarded with the twitch of her hips at my praise.

The arm looped around her thigh tightens, and I slip the rings off my right hand, letting them roll to the side of the mattress.

Joey tastes so fucking good, getting wetter by the second as I switch between licking and sucking. I don’t let her get used to one rhythm yet, not ready for her to take the plunge into oblivion right away. I want to enjoy my time between her legs as much as she does, getting my fill before moving on to her next orgasm.

I replace my mouth with my fingers, kissing the inside of her thighs and rubbing her clit until her moans become unintelligible.

“Yes,” she lets out a loud breathy sound when I bite down on the inside of her leg with enough force to leave a mark for later. The sounds Joey makes are full and deep, tearing through her core with a tremble.

I return my mouth to her clit, sucking slow and hard. “Oh, fuck, fuck.” Joey sits up, tangling her fingers in my hair.

My body reacts, cock twitching against my pants until the pressure begins to cause a pleasurable discomfort. With my free hand, I slide two fingers inside Joey’s dripping wet pussy, rotating to press into her G-spot.

Her hands abandon my hair to play with her nipples. “Please, just like that.” Joey starts to pant, pleading with me to let her come.

My tongue swirls around her swollen bud, fingers repeatedly pressing against the soft spot inside her pretty pink cunt.

I lose her, her body shuddering as she falls back on the bed again, writhing against my hold. All she can do is grip the sheets and ride out her first orgasm. She’s louder than she’s ever been, making a groan of some deep-seated approval rush through me.

Instead of letting go when I know she expects time to recover, I double down until she’s quivering, unable to do anything but roll into a second orgasm almost right away.

She’s louder when she screams my name this time.

Joey sits up to her elbows, and I can see it in her eyes, the total loss for words as she descends from the heavens of ecstasy.

The way she’s looking at me is better than any drug.

I let my arm slip from around her leg, releasing her from my grip.

My chin’s covered with a mixture of my saliva and Joey’s cum, dripping slowly. I catch it with my hand, licking the excess from the bottom of my palm to the tip of the fingers I just had buried inside her.

“How—” She pants. “How are you so fucking good at that?” I know she’s not looking for an answer. Joey pushes up onto her knees and pulls me into a kiss before I’m able to swallow the taste of her.