I was so wrapped up in my own head, and the revenge I was ready to seek I didn’t hear the shower door open but somehow I knew my angel was behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Lacey pressed her back against the shower tiles, splaying her palms flat on the wall as those eyes of hers, mischievously flirted with mine.
Her tongue sneaked out and ran along her lower lip.
She pushed off the wall, her hips sashayed as she took one step closer and pressed her hands against my chest. She rolled the barbell that pierced my nipple between her fingers.
There was no mistaking that look in her eyes…my good girl was rocking the sexy siren she discovered lived inside of her.
She lifted a finger to my lips.
“Not a word,” she ordered.
Oh girl, I like that.
She grabbed my hips, a smirk teased her lips as she swiveled her hips and dropped to her knees.
Christ.
I fisted her hair, piling it on top of her head to get a clear view of her face and watched as her lips parted. Her hand closed around my cock, lifted it up as she angled her head and licked my balls.
Goddamn, girl.
She peered up at me, assessing my features for approval.
“Go, on girl,” I encouraged.
She smiled.
“You don’t listen very well do you? I thought I told you not to say a word,” she said playfully, winking at me before she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She sucked the tip, slowly taking inch by inch into her mouth, working my dick like she owned it.
She did.
Lacey gagged, pulled her mouth away, composed herself and went back at it.
I lost my fucking mind and moved my hips as I fucked her mouth.
Sweet and innocent.
Sexy and curious.
All fucking mine.
W-A-R.
Come on, motherfucker, try to take this from me.
I dare you.
Chapter Twenty-three
“Get dressed,” Blackie said against my breast before he pushed himself up. After the shower that resulted with me being pressed up against the wall and Blackie on his knees, devouring me he carried my limp body to the bed. It didn’t end there though, he then treated me to another orgasm with his hand, followed by another when he finally fucked me.
Three orgasms and I still wasn’t satisfied.
“Do I have to?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips. “I mean there are so many things we can do that don’t require clothes.”
“Gonna make me work hard to keep up with you, Lace,” he hissed, bending his head to take my nipple between his teeth.
I loved when he did that and when he twisted my nipples between his fingers because he always soothed the pain with his tongue.
Blackie’s tongue was a God-given gift.
Either that or he was a talented man because I was sure there wasn’t another man on this planet who could do the things he did.
“I think you can handle it,” I murmured, locking my legs around his waist, trapping him between them.
“Oh, you do, huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” I teased, lifting my hips and grinding my pussy against him.
“I’ve created a monster,” he muttered, lifting a hand and grazed my cheek with the back of it. “Thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this Lace…smiling, face flushed and your pussy grinding on my cock, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I like the way you talk,” I admitted. “I didn’t think I would, but it turns me on.”
“I see that,” he grinned, as his fingers glided over me. “Your cunt gets nice and wet when I talk dirty to you.”
His teeth nipped at my lower lip, tugging on it as he slipped two fingers inside of me.
“Mmm, what else gets you wet?” He questioned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, stretching me.
Best reunion ever.
I had already had his mouth, his fingers and his cock and when he added the third finger it reminded me of the girth of his thick cock.
My hand couldn’t close around it.
“Your mouth,” I hissed. “Your beard when it rubs against me,” I added.
“You like it when I fuck you with my mouth, Angel?”
He withdrew his fingers, reached behind him and unlocked my legs, planting my feet on the mattress as he spread me out.
“I like it when you fuck me. Period. End of story.”
“Girl’s feelin’ loose,” he asserted. “Keep talkin’,” he grunted as he fisted his cock.
“Quit messing around, Blackie and give me what you and I both want,” I ordered as I sat up and closed my hand over his. “Give me this.”
He moaned encouraging me.
“Always,” I whispered as I pried finger by finger off, replacing them with my own. “Say it. Promise me.”
“Always,” he vowed.
“Now fuck me and fuck me like you want to, without restraint. I promise you I can take it,” I coaxed as my hand clenched around his cock and my other massaged his balls.
“Lace…” he struggled.
“Fuck me, Blackie,” I said, bringing my hand to my lips before licking my fingers and bringing them back down to his balls.
“Do it!” I demanded.
He growled before he shoved my shoulders and my back fell against the mattress.