Page 173 of Brooklyn Cupid


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She’s so soft down there that my hand feels like a paw. But I have man’s greatest weapon, a tongue.

The next ten minutes, it’s me practicing Oral 101. Tongue and fingers. Occasionally teeth—there’s a certain technique I learned, in theory, and a whole lot of gentle pressure. I’m great at implementing theory into practice.

“Right there,” she whispers timidly.

“Good?”

“Faster,” she demands, panting.

“You like my fingers here? Like this?”

“Oh, God!”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

“How about this?” I change the strokes.

‘“Jace…”

“I’m right here, Lu baby.”

I want to learn her every sensitive spot. I want to know how fast she can come. What makes her roll her hips in that delicious way of hers.

When she meows under my tongue and finally cries out in ecstasy, I feel like a Superman.

Her phone won’t stop beeping in the living room.

“Should I check it?” she gasps under my weight when I shift on top of her.

Good try. She looks delicious in her post-climax high, licking her lips, swollen from my kisses, her pupils dilated.

“Not a chance,” I murmur. “The world can go to hell.”

“Come here, you.”

She pushes me onto my back and pulls my jeans down until I’m naked, too, and she wraps her delicate hand around my hardness.

“My turn,” she says, her face flushed, her eyes blazing with determination as she leans over and kisses me down there.

There are many shades of kissing, I find out, as Lu works on covering the real estate down there with her mouth. She’s so eager that I’m approaching the peak too fast.

“Lu…”

“Shh,” she shuts me up amidst whatever witchery she’s doing down there.

I can’t think. Can’t argue. All I do is feel with my fingers laced into my favorite blond mess.

And when I’m so ready that I can’t hold back anymore, she doesn’t listen to my barely audible pleas to let go and takes all of me, everything I have, down to the last drop.

I lie empty in utter amazement as her naked body slides up and presses against mine. Her eyes are full of mischief and pride as she licks her swollen lips.

“Another round?” she whispers.

That’s my sexy minx.

How did I get so lucky? Right, the Cupid shot. Turns out my mistake was the best shot of my life.

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