Page 33 of Dirty Mojito

“Yes…I need to be worshipped. You owe me.”

Grinning, I nodded as she wrapped her legs around me.

“I’m a little drunk,” she stared me down.

“I gathered, but I’ll be a gentleman.”

“That’s not what I want…I don’t want gentle.”

She was brave, the way she simply said it. The heat from her core was all over my stomach and sliding down.

“Then I won’t be,” I promised.

Sitting her down, my hand positioned itself around the back of her neck and I pulled her in close. Fire was roaring in my belly and I ached to claim her mouth. All that gentle shit was out the window. Quite simply, I wanted to wreck her body and make her crave my own.

Our mouths crashed together in a head on collision and everything turned to molten lava as our tongues battled each other.

“How sick is it,” she rasped out. “That you were so awful to me and I still want this.”

“It’s sicker that I’ve fantasized since I was old enough to know what getting off was about doing this to you.”

She nipped at my lips until I was pushing her back into the middle of her queen-sized bed. There was no time to admire all of her if the plan was to worship her like she’d asked.

Easing onto my haunches, I pulled the black shirt from my body and tossed it somewhere behind me.

“I see it now.” A soft laugh escaped from her lips that I want to kiss again.

“What?”

“Why everyone is gaga over you,” she shrugged, sitting up just a little bit to take me in better.

“And why is that”

My question came out coyly and while I waited for her reply, I pulled down the grey sweatpants.Hecame out to play then, hard and thick. Veins were bulging, and angry ready to find Silver’s moist opening. He wanted her just as bad as I did.

Fuck,I thought as I stroked the length of my dick, still waiting.

“Ugh!” She pulled a pillow over her face and mumbled something.

“I didn’t catch that,” I grinned as she pushed the pillow away.

“You’re fine as fuck, okay?”

“I know,” I murmured, still stroking. “I’m going to eat your pussy till you’re dizzy, Sassy.”

My arms hooked under her legs and I pulled her in close. Dipping my head down, I parted her folds and went to work. She still smelled like the soft scents of vanilla and a sea breeze. The warmth from her thighs surrounded me as she began to tell me how much she liked what I was doing to her.

“You thought it was funny to tell me you would have someone else do the job, huh?”

I licked again and she cooed. All the blood in my body was pumping to my dick and I wanted to enter her but not before I gave her all this work with my mouth.

She was gushing as if I squished a strawberry in my mouth. Eagerly I licked up every single drop. Silver began to squirm as if trying to get away from the pleasure my mouth was giving her. Instead, I pushed my massive hand against her belly and continued to eat her.

“I need an answer, Silver. Was the shit funny?”

“Naaa…no, it wasn’t,” she whimpered. “God, don’t stop. I want to come so bad.”

“Do you deserve to come?” My mouth went back to licking at her but only gently, the opposite of what she’d asked for.