Page 177 of The Sweetest Return

Her thumb moved slowly over the head.

“I want to taste it.”

My eyes came back to hers.

There was nothing hesitant in her face.

The television kept throwing football highlights across the room, but I stopped seeing any of it as Imani slid from my lap and settled between my legs.

She eased my pants down enough to free me, and my dick came up hard against my stomach.

Her eyes darkened.

“Damn.”

A rough laugh tried to leave me when her fingers wrapped around me again.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you hungry.”

“I am.”

Then her tongue touched the tip.

My entire body jerked.

She smiled before doing it again, slower this time, circling the head and dragging her tongue over the slit until my thighs tightened beneath her hands.

“You taste so good,” she whispered.

“Mani.”

“So damn good.”

Then she took more of me.

My head fell back, one hand going instinctively toward the back of hers before I remembered the braids. I spread my fingers against them instead and let the pressure sit there while her mouth worked me slow and wet.

Every time she lifted, she looked at me.

Every time she came down again, she took more.

“Fuck.”

That was about all the language I had left.

Imani smiled around the head of my dick like she knew it too.

When she finally pulled off, her lips were wet and her eyes looked dangerous.

“My pussy wanted to taste it too.”

My stomach tightened. “Baby.”

She climbed over me before I fully recovered, the shirt riding high around her hips. There was nothing beneath it, and the first hot brush of her pussy over the head of my dick nearly wiped my name from my own memory.