Page 176 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
Good.
I stood between Emery and Balthazar. My body angled to cover his line of sight. Dude was a fucking creep. He stared at her every five seconds like he wasn't already banging her mom.
I didn’t know if Emery was swinging wide on purpose or if she sucked at golf, but she spent the last eight holes swinging away. Perfect form, yet she’d missed every shot and took pleasure in shouting, “Fore” as loud as she could.
She’d turn to the caddy, insist on recovering the ball herself, and force us to wait in the sun as she took her sweet time doing so. The cycle continued.
Swing.
Miss.
Swing.
The ball landed in a thick covering of trees on the perimeter of the course.
Emery's cheeks flushed from the sun. Our eyes met and held, hers challenging mine. I didn't know if defying Virginia turned her on or if staring at me did, but I was So. Here. For. It.
“I don’t need a new ball. I’ll get it,” she said to the caddy. “I need the exercise. Right, Virginia?”
I selected the thinnest putter from my new set of clubs and followed Emery past the trees. She bent over at the waist, hands dipping to retrieve her golf ball.
“I said I… Oh.” She straightened, tiny white ball cribbed in her palm. “Did they send you after me?”
I trailed the putter up the inside of her calves, sliding past her knee, and between her thighs. “Let’s play a game.”
“We already are.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Golf.”
I ignored her, “Slide your panties off, hand them to me, and position the putter between your pussy lips.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re mine, Tiger,” I declared, soaking in her lust-heavy gaze. “Your lips are mine. Your tits are mine. Your ass is mine. Your soaking wet pussy is mine.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Am I?” I slid the golf putter from her, brought it to my lips, and ran my tongue along the narrow metal edge. She tasted like ambrosia, sweet and crisp. “You taste fucking wet to me, Tiger, and I know you didn’t get wet for yourself.”
“If I listen to you, you have to make me come.”
“Deal,” I said, for the second time in as many days.
Always bartering, this one.
Emery turned around and slid her panties down her thighs, bending slightly as she wiggled her ass to shake them off. I caught glimpses of her bare lips from behind, wanting to run my tongue from one hole to the other.
She pivoted and tossed her panties at me. I caught and pocketed them. Her fingers latched on to the slender, L-shaped end of the putter. She positioned it between her legs. I slid part of the tip inside.
Arousal flushed her cheeks red. She lifted her dress at the edge, showing me the way her pussy lips sandwiched the club.
So naughty.
So sweet.
So mine.
“Drop to your knees and take me into your mouth.”
She could never refuse a dare. Whatever embers she had, they kindled it.
