The rocking grew more insistent and had become more of a slow grind. The rhythm was inconsistent and a little hesitant, so I took control, cupping her round hips in my hands and using them to work her over my straining erection. Her silky panties were soaked, heating me to the point of combustion as I tore my mouth from her neck and slanted it over her lips.
Jesus, those lips. So plump and sweet and soft. Kissing her was like heaven. I could only imagine what that mouth would feel like wrapped around my swollen cock. I dug my fingers into her hips and increased the pace, needing the pressure . . . knowing she needed it just as badly.
She threw her head back and let out a muffled moan that sounded like a plea.
If she wanted more, then I wouldn’t deny her.
I slid her off me and hooked a finger inside those wet little panties, snapping the slender string that held them together with one tug.
She gasped as I pressed her back against the mattress, and I only wished I could see her body as I slid down the bed and hunkered down between her thighs. I traced her silky skin from hip to hip, letting my fingers drop lower with each pass. By the time I nudged her slick clit with my thumb, she was close to sobbing.
“Shh, it’s okay, ” I murmured, making sure my warm breath feathered her pussy as I spoke. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
I could hear her head tossing restlessly against the pillow as I passed my thumb over her again, groaning when I encountered that wet heat.
“Jesus, you’re soaked for me,” I said, my cock bucking against the mattress with the need to get inside her.
Her breath was coming so fast now, it sounded like she’d run a marathon. I dipped my face lower until a tiny swatch of downy hair tickled my lips. Then I took a long, deep lick.
“Ahhhh!”
Vaguely, I realized her voice sounded different, but I imagined mine did too. Lust did that to a person. Before I could think on it for another second, her hips shifted hesitantly, pressing her pussy directly into my mouth.
Perfect.
I gripped her hips and dived in, licking and sucking with abandon. Soft and gentle for a second, and then drawing long and hard on that sweet little clit.
Her legs were so tense, all her muscles tight, and I knew she was close. I pulled back an inch and encouraged her in a low voice. “That’s it, babe. Come for me.”
A second later, my tongue was back in action. Her hips moved frantically in time with my now-rhythmic sucking. Her thighs clamped over my face, and she let out a long, low scream.
“Yesss!”
Blood pounded in my ears as she disintegrated all around me. Her scent filled my nostrils and her cries swamped my senses as she quaked and shook. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized she’d said yes and not oui, but I was too far gone to give a shit. My balls were drawn up tight, hot liquid snaking up the length of my shaft, ready to fire.
As the aftershocks of her delicious orgasm faded, I dragged my mouth away from her and lunged for the bedside table. I plucked out a condom and wrestled it onto my pulsing cock in record time.
She was still trembling when I slid between her thighs again and pressed the head of my dick against her wet heat. “You sure you want this?”
Her head bobbed up and down where it was tucked in against my throat.
I took it slow, knowing she was likely sensitive from the first climax, feeding her just the tip and then a little more.
“Jesus, that’s tight. Fuck.” I growled, pressing my forehead to hers.
I could have come just like that from the grip of her wet cunt, but I wasn’t going out like that. She’d done all the work by coming up here—the least I could do was offer up a double play. I was still trying to talk myself down a little when she let out a strangled cry and thrust her hips upward, wedging me in until my cock was buried to the hilt, and she released a tense cry.
A dozen thoughts hit me at once, but only a few of them mattered. Francesca’s pussy was like a boa constrictor strangling my cock.
It was sublime.
It was amazing.
And it was definitely not Francesca.
My pulse jackhammered wildly as the truth hit me, but it wasn’t until I used every last ounce of strength I had to pull away, which was no easy feat, and flip on the light that I knew for sure.
Evie.
She blinked up at me, her face flushed, her eyes full of guilt, her honey-colored hair mussed.
From you fucking her, you piece of shit.
Christ, Cullen was going to murder me. My stomach dropped to my feet.
“What the actual fuck, Everleigh?” I demanded, leaping to my feet.
My cock bobbed out in front of me, still as hard as granite despite the shock of a lifetime. I was staring down the barrel of the world’s worst case of blue balls, but I scaled back my shock and anger when I saw the tears in her eyes.
I grabbed the top sheet and covered her with it, but not before I got an eyeful of the most glorious set of tits and the sweetest, pinkest little cunt I’d ever seen. Talk about wet dreams . . . I’d never be able to get that sight out of my head now.