was scared shitless of losing her for good. The way she moaned as she kissed me back told me I hadn’t just yet despite what she claimed.
I tore my lips from hers, eager to devour every inch as they moved down her neck. I wanted to sink my teeth into her as I licked the spot where her pulse pounded. Somehow, after corrupting her so completely, she still tasted ripe for picking. Lifting her up before she could come to her senses, I dove my hands inside her leggings, kneading that perky ass she loved to torture me with. Tyra lived inside of her head and touching her was one of the few ways I could get her out of it.
Unlike Tyra, her T-shirt was a fragile thing. With a snip of my knife and barely a tug, it tore right off her torso. I barely noticed the weird bra she was wearing before I removed it. As quickly as I chucked it, it was a distant memory. I nearly swallowed my tongue, seeing how swollen her nipples were. This was some next level shit. I had my lips around one of her puckered nips before I could even form another thought. Tyra made a sound that was drowned out by my own groan the moment I tasted something sweet and creamy on my tongue. I suckled eagerly, only vaguely realizing that it must have been her breast milk. Before I knew what was happening, I began gorging myself.
“Vaughn…” I gripped her hips in warning when I felt her hands in my hair, tugging. I couldn’t stop. Not until she was drained of every drop. “Vaughn, baby, the other one,” she damn near begged.
I lifted my head enough to see that the other was now leaking too as if I’d tapped an endless well. With a growl that sounded savage to my own ears, I drew that neglected nipple between my lips and drank.
“Yes!” I heard her cry. She moved her hips, grinding her pussy against my stomach, and I could feel the damp evidence of her arousal through her leggings.
Fuck me.
This was not something I ever thought I’d do, but I was too far gone to question it. I suckled at her breasts until she tapped out, claiming she was sore. Stepping away from the wall, I hurried down the hall. I might have been dumb as shit last night, putting her in my bed to sleep, but this time, with so much at stake, I was thinking as clearly as I could with her tongue down my throat.
I burst into the spare bedroom, nearly tripping over my own feet before wisely deciding to set her down. As we fought to catch our breath, Tyra gazed up at me as if she might pounce at any moment. With the sternest expression I could muster with my dick this hard, I broke the lust-filled silence.
“Don’t you dare look at me like your pussy is on a platter unless you’re ready to sit on my dick.”
My tone might have been harsh, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d had months of Tyra teasing me. Enough to last a lifetime.
She planted her hands on her hips as she closed the distance between us. “You’re the one who brought me in here.”
I knew what she was doing. She was provoking me into making the first move so that in the morning, she could blame me for her mistakes. Not going to happen. “To fuck, not cuddle, so what will it be?”
She shook her head though I wasn’t sure why she was surprised. “You’re an asshole.”
“Yet, your horny ass is still standing here.” Reaching behind my neck, I grabbed my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. My sweatpants were next to go while she just stood there watching me. I knew she wanted to say yes, but her pride wasn’t making it easy. Neither would I. When she woke up in the morning, well fucked, I wanted her to know that it was because she’d chosen not to resist. “You can always go back to hating me in the morning.”
I dropped my boxers before stepping around her and climbing onto the bed. Pretending my balls weren’t damn near blue, I watched her with my arm tucked underneath my head as casually as if she were a show on TV. A moment later, she huffed and stormed from my room, and I released a quiet laugh before closing my eyes. If she thought I’d chase