AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I lace our fingers together, using both of our hands to get her off. She moans, arching into us. Her pussy clenches around my cock. She’s close. Real fucking close. But I’m not finished with her yet. Not by a mile.
As soon as she shatters, I start moving again, fucking her through it. She tries to pull her hand away from her clit, but I don’t let her. I keep it right there, keep her fingers rolling over her sensitive clit. She thrashes beneath me, babbling as beads of sweat roll down her temples and tears leak from the corners of her eyes.
She’s never looked more perfect than she does right now, when she’s so fucking high, every touch feels like the most exquisite torture. She stops fighting, stops thinking, and submits, giving herself over to me fully.
I fuck her hard and deep, showing her exactly what it means to be free. Exactly what it means to be mine. And when she falls this time, she does it screaming my name, dragging me over the edge with her.
I pour myself into her, cradling her close as she comes so hard, she cries.
I’m there to dry her tears and put her back together, loving her through every single second of it.
Eventually, she settles beside me, her head against my chest.
“I love you,” I murmur, running my hands through her hair. “Just in case you were wondering, Little Who.”
“It was the bikini, wasn’t it?”
I chuckle, nodding my head. “Yeah, baby. It was the bikini.”
She sighs happily. “I knew it was worth the money I spent on it.”
CHAPTER8
SKYE
The powerof a leopard print bikini. I’d freaking frame and hang it above my bed, but my sisters come over to steal clothes, and they’d see what’s remaining of it and have a stroke.
Therefore, I have to make do with hiding it in the back of my lingerie drawer since there’s no way I’m getting rid of my trophy.
It’s been three days since I seduced Slade, and my newly broken-in vajayjay needs a little break. You know, like a few hours or so.
It’s my day to open the boutique, so I should be surprised to find both Jazzy and Letty waiting for me in the back office-slash-stock room, but I’ve been ignoring their calls. I glance at the three cups of coffee from The Golden Mug and breathe a sigh of relief. At least I’ll have a caffeine boost before the interrogation begins.
“You’re walking bowlegged.” Letty laughs while Jazzy sticks her fingers in her ears, singing my La-la-la song.
“Good morning to you, too.” I might be the youngest, but I’m not going to wilt under their questioning.
“Good morning,” Jazzy growls through clenched teeth. “Slade’s car has been parked outside your house all night every night lately. What’s up with that, and why the hell have you been avoiding our calls?”
“I wasn’t avoiding you. I was busy entertaining my man.” Take that. I almost addI’ve been trying out my newly broken in vajayjay,but I’m pretty sure the top of Jazzy’s head would blow off if I did. Instead, I admit, “I’m in love.”
“I told you.” Letty smacks Jazzy on the shoulder just as my oldest sister is about to take a drink of her coffee. “Now you have to buy the coffee for the next month,” she sing-songs like she’s won the lottery. As if buying a few cups of coffee hurts her pocketbook.
“Hey, be careful.” Jazzy glares at her. “We can’t waste a drop of my necessary caffeine infusion.”
I reach for the third cup with a red S on the side and sit gingerly in the chair across from my sisters.
“Lex and Will are demanding a family meeting to check out Slade.” Jazzy blames it on her husband and our brother-in-law, but I’m not at all fooled. Those two men happily do whatever their wives tell them to.
“What you mean to say is you told Will he’d better freaking check out Slade.”
“Same thing.” My oldest sister shrugs. “Are you guys available tonight?”
The determined gleam in her eyes tells me we’d better make ourselves available or else.
“I’ll text Slade and see if he can make it.”
I have no doubt he can since he whispered, “I’ll see you after work. Love you,” in my ear this morning before heading out for the shop.
