Releasing one knee, he tugged on the one string of the thong, easily breaking it with a yank that had her bud throbbing at the experienced tongue playing and stroking in a tantalizing game that had never been played with her before. It was fucking hot as hell, but it was also torture that she was unable to touch him the way she wanted to. She was used to giving, not receiving.
The new experience had her twisting on the bed, then moaning when he drove his tongue inside her, sliding along the walls of her pussy. She grabbed the sheet instead of using her nails, afraid she would ruin the perfection of his body with her scratches. His body was a God-given work of art, and she wanted nothing to mar its perfection.
Tingles of pleasure from the long strokes of his tongue left her panting as if she was running a mile in twenty seconds.
“The fucking jerk!”
She received another long, delicious lick before he breathed out, “Who? I hope you aren’t talking about me?”
“My fucking ex. I was fucking gypped!”
“Baby girl, I always prefer to eat my dessert before the main course.”
“Oh … my … God.”
At his dirty innuendo, that he was going down on her for no other reason than enjoyment for both of them, caused tremors to shudder through her pussy. It gave a whole new meaning to sex for her … a pleasure she could participate in, and not just to give away but to share.
Hennessy reared back until he was on his knees. Then he reached toward his nightstand to open the drawer, removing a condom.
After efficiently sliding it on, his cock jutting upward, he lifted her by the waist and slowly lowered her down.
Gripping his shoulders, Arin held on as her damp pussy slowly accepted the wide girth of his dick.
“Oh … my … God!”
“Is that all you can say?”
Any other time, the confidence in Hennessy’s expression would have made her angry, but … sweet Jesus, he deserved her homage to his dick.
Gradually, he worked his cock higher in her as he took her mouth in a sultry kiss, fucking his tongue inside like his cock was taking her pussy.
“Fuck me back.”
Holding his shoulders, she used her knees to lower and lift herself over his cock, taking him even deeper. Desire turned to lust, forcing her to move faster and faster, fueling the ride they were taking. His hands on his waist sped her up even more in his own frantic pace for release.
“Oh … oh …” she moaned, tightening her grip on him.
The walls of her pussy clenched in spasms when she felt Hennessy’s cock throb beneath the condom covering.
“Baby girl, don’t blame your ex. No normal man would be able to handle that treasure you’re carrying.”
“I don’t need the after-sex bullshit.”
Hennessy used his chest and hands to press her back to the bed with a conquering curve of his lips. “Baby girl, who said I was done?”
Chapter 17
Arin lay sideways on the bed, her breasts pressed into Hennessy’s abs as they languidly lay together.
Rolling onto her side, she reached for a slice of pizza from a plate on his chest.
“I told you that I would take care of my baby girl.”
“I don’t think ordering pizza is going to make you man of the year.” After taking a bite, she turned the slice for him.
“I deserve a man of the year award for fucking you nonstop for the last six days.”
“I can’t believe how fast time is passing. It’s almost Christmas Eve.”
“I have to leave for Florida after that.”
“I know. You’ve told me every day for the last six days.” Keeping her face impassive, she ate another bite of pizza. “I get the message loud and clear.” Hennessy might as well hang a calendar on the wall and mark off the days counting the number to go before he left. Every time he mentioned the date, it was a dose of reality that he didn’t consider what they had going on was long-lasting. Meanwhile, she never wanted it to end. She wanted to stop the clock on Christmas Eve and hold it—and Hennessy—still forever.
“I don’t think you are. Or … at least, not the right one.”
“Then talk to me straight. I prefer it that way anyway.”
“What are your plans? After Florida, Core and I will be going back to Arizona. You could come visit me …”
Arin shook her head. “I own a business in Ohio. This is the first vacation I’ve had in years. I don’t know when I’ll be able to manage another anytime soon.”
“Not even for me?” Hennessy huffily rose.
Forced to sit up, she could see the wounded pride in his expression.
“Not even for you. I’ve been down that road before with Marcus. I moved away from Ohio to North Carolina. I hated being away from Ohio. My parents are retired now, and my brothers and sister are usually gone with trips and their jobs, but Ohio is still home for me. It’s where my life is.”