“Yeah.”
“Good. I’m coming to get you.”
Her laugh came back through the phone and did something warm to my chest immediately. “For what?”
“So we can finish what Scrabble started.”
“That sounds like a trap.”
“It’s a plan.”
“I will not let you win.”
“We’ll see.”
When I pulled up, she was already waiting.
I did,in fact, win the next game.
Her punishment was figuring out what words I was spelling on that fat pussy while I had her spread out on my couch, the board long forgotten on the coffee table behind us.
She only made out one.
“Sweet,” she gasped, thighs shaking around my shoulders while I dragged my tongue through her again.
“That’s one.”
She cursed and tried to push at my head, but there wasn’t much conviction in it. Not with her body already gone soft and open for me, one hand twisted in the cushion beside her and the other sliding pulling at my head like she couldn’t decide whether she wanted me off her or deeper in it.
I chose for her.
By the time I got up from between her legs, she was breathing through her mouth and looking at me like she already knew she wasn’t getting out of the rest of the night with any dignity left.
“Come here,” I said.
This time she went to her knees without playing with me.
She settled between my thighs with her eyes still on mine, mouth swollen from kissing and cussing and trying to survive me. I touched her jaw once, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth, and she parted her lips before I had to ask.
Damn.
Her mouth was already wet when she took me in. Slow at first. Careful enough to make me feel every inch of her tongue. Then deeper. Then deeper than that, until I had to brace one hand on the back of the couch and breathe through my own reaction like I still had some control left to work with.
I didn’t.
Not for long.
She looked up at me while she sucked my dick like she meant it. Moaning around me. Choking a little and coming right back down. Spit running from the corners of her mouth, down her chin, down those pretty tits. My hand found her head on instinct. Not gentle. Not mean either. Just enough to hold, guide, and feed her what she was already asking for with that slick mouth.
“Fuck,” I muttered, looking down at her. “Just like that.”
She took me deeper.
My toes curled so hard inside my socks I nearly laughed at myself.
Instead, I grabbed her head properly and gave her more of me, the way I’d been wanting to since the first time she looked at me too long with that soft mouth and all that attitude. Her perfectly laid curls gave under my hand. Her gagging turned wetter. Dirtier. She moaned around my dick like she loved every second of me using her throat, and that was what sent me.
Her name tore out of me ugly and loud.