Page 89 of Promises in the Dark

Just a few inches off.

That’s my girl.

“Not too bad for your first time.” I grin, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“I did it,” she says in disbelief, glancing back at me. “I did it.” A smile grows across her face.

“You did.” I cup her cheek and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. After a few seconds, she pulls back with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Can we do it again?”

I laugh. “Baby, we can do it however many times you want.”

She bites down on her lip and turns forward. I take a step back, but she stops me.

“No.” She peeks over her shoulder. “Can you stand like you were before?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I reposition myself, my fingers wrapping around hers as my chest presses into her back.

Except this time…

Her ass hesitantly brushes against my cock.

And it was definitely no accident.

I lower my head. “You want to play a game?”

She nods, the pulse point by the base of her throat fluttering wildly.

“There are eleven bullets left. If you get five of them in that first ring…” I brush my lips over her ear. “We’ll have a repeat of last night.” She inhales, a blush spreading up her neck. “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her face tilted toward mine.

One side of my lips lifts. “Then don’t miss.”

She turns back around with determination written all over her face. Goddamn, she wants to come again, and I can’t wait to make that happen for her. Because either way, whether she makes the shots or not, she’s not leaving here until she comes around my tongue.

I keep my fingers wrapped around hers, but pull away my trigger finger, giving her full control.

She swallows, hesitating. So I press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Do you remember how good you felt last night when you came around my fingers, screaming my name?”

Bang!

I grin and look up. She just barely made it in the ring. “That’s one.”

She smiles and then straightens her spine, leveling the gun to her eye level. Her finger lightly taps the trigger, but not enough to press down.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you with my tongue and finding out how sweet your pussy tastes.” Her eyes flick to me as she lets out a small gasp. I tsk. “Eyes on the target.” She quickly returns her gaze and fires two shots, getting them even closer to the bullseye. “That’s a good girl.” She shudders against me.

The next two shots don’t make it in the ring. In her defense, I did slide a hand over her pussy, cupping her through her jeans.

“You’re not playing fair,” she whispers, tilting her head back against my chest, her hips pressing into my hand, seeking more friction.

“I’ll never play fair when it comes to you.” My thumb grazes over the seam, applying a slight pressure, her lids half closed. “Should I stop so you can focus?”

She instantly shakes her head. “No.” She straightens, her chest heaving. She aims and shoots, hitting the line.

“I’ll allow it,” I say, dropping my other hand to her hip. My thumb brushes the bare patch of skin where her shirt has ridden up.

“Thank you.” She nudges her ass into me, rubbing over my hard length.