Page 55 of Juliet's Echo

But I was going to eat her pussy in said room.

Laying her on the couch and hovering over her, I asked, “Door?”

“It locks upon closing and it's soundproof,” she responded through heavy breathing.

It was all the confirmation I needed.

I kissed her one more time before making my way down, unbuckling her denim capris and gently pulling them down. She wore black lace underwear and had a small black heart tattooed on her inner thigh, right before her bikini line.

Her slides hit the floor as I completely removed her pants, giving me the full visual of her swollen pussy through the thin lace fabric.

Her sex smelled of rose, bergamot, and her natural body chemistry, and my mouth watered for a taste.

I gently rubbed her erotic zone with my fingers, causing her to moan.

“Psalm, please?” she cried softly.

“Be patient, Lucky. Enjoy the ride,” I responded.

Eventually, my fingers made their way inside her panties, and I coated them with all the nectar that pooled between her lips.

“Damn, Lucky, this honey for me, baby?” I asked.

“Mm-hmm, so take it,” she moaned.

Removing my hand, I placed my fingers in my mouth, savoring her taste and giving myself a sweet indulgence of the woman who drove me crazy in all the right ways.

I couldn’t wait to place my head between her legs and use my mouth to make her moan, cuff the back of my head, and grind all in my face.

I lowered and began using my teeth to pull down her panties, and then my better intuition kicked in.

I started questioning my actions.

Our actions.

Were we just in the heat of the moment? Was this something Juliet really wanted? Not just the sex, but what did she want after this? Did she want me? Could she want me?

I could smash-and-dash a chick in a heartbeat, but not her.

Her, I wanted.

And then there was her brother. I didn’t mind losing the contract, but what would I be up against physically?

Fuck it. I’d take on whatever, only if it was what she wanted.

I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Not like this, Lucky,” I said.

“What do you mean?” she asked, breath still labored.

I helped her off the couch and assisted her with putting her pants back on. I had some adjusting to do as well. My dick was so hard I was pretty sure I could run it straight through one of these walls.

“Psalm, what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then what is it?”