Page 119 of End Game

“How weird?”

“Like a six.”

“Your six or a normal person’s six?”

I consider that.

“Dex.”

“Fine. Eight.”

She laughs.

I grin. “Is that a yes?”

Her fingers tangle in my hair. “That’s a show me.”

Fuck me.

I’m going to die in this bed, with my face between her thighs.

My hands settle on the back of her thighs and push up, so her ass is in the air.

And then my mouth is there.

Rimming her at first and then licking.

“Fuck, Dex,” she groans.

This is new for me, and as far as I know, this is new for her, too.

It’s hot because it feels somehow dirtier than other filthy things we’ve done.

But also, I’ve never fucked her ass.

Part of that is my fault because I have these piercings that are meant for her clit, and Micah and her both know it, and when Micah takes her pussy, I usually take his ass, because, well… he likes the piercings too.

Basically, the piercings make me a sex god.

But they also have stood in the way of me fucking this perfect hole of hers.

As I think about it, my tongue dips past the rim.

And her body lets me.

Fuck, seriously, I’m going to die with my face between her thighs.

Then, I know I need to be in her.

Otherwise I’m going to come all over the bed like a thirteen-year-old.

I let her thighs go and reach for the lube on my nightstand.

In seconds, my cock is slick.

I press the tip to her. Stop there and look at her.

She knows the question.