Page 285 of When a Soul Cries

“Because this pussy tastes too damn good and I’m trying to carry some with me.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“Roman Devereaux!”

I couldn’t help the grin pulling at my mouth. “What?”

“You have lost your fucking mind.”

Probably.

Actually, definitely.

But I was committed now.

“You about to have the best orgasm of your life, and when you squirt, I’m catching that shit.”

Sol stared at me like she couldn’t decide whether to laugh, cuss me out or kick me off the bed.

“I’ve never squirted before. Boy, stop playing.”

“First time for everything, baby.”

I set the cup aside long enough to return to what I’d been doing, taking my time until the smart comments disappeared and my name replaced them.

Her fingers tightened against the sheets.

“Rome—”

I kept going.

Her thighs tensed around me, and her voice broke.

“Daddy—I’m about to—”

“Yeah, baby. Come for Daddy. Just like that.”

Her whole body tightened.

Then she panicked.

“I’m about to pee! Move!”

She tried to push me away.

“Nah. You ain’t. Let that shit go, baby. I got you.”

A second later, the startled cry that left her told me I’d been right.

I grabbed my ridiculous little cup, catching what I could while Sol completely lost control.

When it was over, she collapsed against the mattress, breathing hard.

“Oh my God.”

I sat up and examined the cup.

My face tightened.