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“You’re too damn fresh.” I walked over, hips swinging—a little harder than usual—and opened the door. “Bye, Kyree.” I stifled a girlish giggle. Shame on me. “Tell your mom I said hello.”
“I will.” He stepped into my space. “If I tell you something, I need for you to promise me you won’t get offended.”
I tilted my head. My breathing quickened. “Will I need to wash your mouth out?”
He chuckled. “Nah, nah.”
I eyed him, curiously, my mind reeling between excitement and wonder. “Go ’head.” My voice went soft, and breathy.
“Not until you promise you won’t get mad.” His voice was low. Enticing.
I felt the impending waves of pleasure. The sexual tide was rising. And he was drawing me under, and—in a matter of time—I knew I was going to drown in the swell of whatever words he’d spoken. Everything about this boy—this, this man-child—was raw sensuality. And it had me toying precariously along the sinful edges of desire.
Primal heat.
I drew in my breath. “Boy, since when has anything ever stopped you from saying whatever you wanted to me?”
He grinned knowingly. Like my sons, the boy had no filter, so there was very little he could say—that he hadn’t already said, or attempted to say—that would shock me. He stepped in closer and leaned into my ear. “I’ve been fantasizing about you since I was fifteen, Mrs. Lang. I’m tired of imagining what it’d be like.” I felt the sensual brush of his lips against my ear as he spoke. “Tonight, I’m gonna go home and masturbate, imagining it’s your pretty mouth instead of my hand. But I’m ready to experience the real thing.”
I know, right then, I should have smacked the sexy smirk that followed clean off his handsome face. I should have drawn a deep line in the proverbial sand long before it’d gotten that far and made it clear as to where he stood and what boundaries he was never to cross. Goddamn him! But I didn’t.
Stunned into silence, I watched as this cocky little bastard lightly brushed by me and strolled out with a smooth, sultry stride that made my toes curl, leaving the bait dangling—and me hot, flustered, and dangerously horny.
I couldn’t deny it. Kyree had sparked something deep inside me. Something that made me feel naughty and exciting. Something that made me feel wickedly dirty and scandalous.
And I wanted a taste of him…forbidden fruit.
• • •
“Damn, babe,” Kyree says, slicing into my thoughts. “You’re driving me crazy.”
I blink him back into view. I know I shouldn’t enjoy this, him, but I so desperately do. I grin mischievously as I saunter over toward the bed, slowly sliding my tongue over my lips as I climb up onto the bed, and slowly crawl between his magnificent legs.
A hot coil of desire twists through me, making my flesh boil and my pussy go slicker than it already is. I lick the inside of his right thigh, then his left thigh, brushing my hand provocatively over his balls, then crawling up over his body. I lick inside his navel. Kiss his stomach. Trail my tongue up to his chest. Then suck his nipples awhile, twirling my tongue over them every so often, until they harden. Then I nip them, flick them, and lick them some more. The sensations are driving him wild.
“Ahh. Shit. Damn. Ooh, yeah. Fuck.”
All politeness goes out the window, and the rules change, when Kyree and I are alone and he is naked. He talks dirty. I talk dirty. Cursing is allowed. It is welcomed. Wanted. Warranted.
I move back down his ripped body, raking my aching 36-C’s across his chest and stomach before stopping at his dick, then rubbing my breasts all over his dick and balls. I tease him the way he teases me, flicking my tongue over the head of his dick, then grabbing my breasts and licking over each nipple.
“Fuck, yo. Stop fuckin’ with me.”
I grin, finally putting his dick between my breasts and titty-fucking him. My tongue laps at the slit of his dick each time its head pops out between my golden brown globes.
“Mmm. Look at that big hard dick sliding between my breasts. You like that?”
He grunts. “Yeah. But I’m tryna fuck, babe. Let me get some pussy. Shit, yo. Let me get up in you.”
“Not yet,” I say, taking the head of his dick and smearing it over my right nipple, soaking it with his precum. I suck my nipple into my mouth, moaning. “Mmm. Tastes so good.”
“C’mere and let me suck them titties. That pussy. Something.”
I smear more of his nectar over my left nipple, then lick it.
A few minutes more, and I free his dick from between my breasts, then lap at it. It bobs around, jerking away from my tongue. I fondle his balls, gently pulling at them, cupping them, then squeezing them.
Kyree groans. “What. The. Fuuuuck…?”
