THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,291

face as I kiss her pussy. I trace the sides with my tongue, tasting her desire.

“Oh my God, Cody. Oh my God.” I know the fucking feeling. Well. She leans back on her elbows, her gaze fixated on my mouth and herself.

I kiss her wet center and smile up at her. She bites her lip as her eyes grow large. She wants to know what I’ll do next. A quick flick of my tongue and she closes her eyes briefly. I stop. She opens them. Wrapping my arms under her thighs, I scoot her closer to the edge of the table. I want access to all of her. I settle in between her thighs with my mouth, and taking one finger, I slip it into her slick core. Her muscles squeeze around me. My dick throbs in response. She leans her head back and moans as I start my assault, finger-fucking and licking her exactly how I know she loves. It’s not long and her hips start rocking against me, forcing more of her sweet pussy into my mouth, and I know she’s about to come. I keep up the same pace as she pulls her knees back and wide so she’s splayed open, everything wet and turned on and explosive. Arching her back, she comes, her pussy gripping my finger over and over.

I don’t stop, no. I keep licking and sucking her clit through her orgasm, because I know she has more for me. Lainey knows she does, too. Instead of guiding me up to kiss her, she holds my head steady. Her muscles still clenched tightly around my finger, I slip another inside and one more into her back door. I want to take out my cock and watch it disappear inside her pussy. My desire is growing by the second. The noises coming out of her mouth force the issue. She’s begging me to fuck her. She needs me inside her. I lick her and fuck her senseless with my fingers. Lainey’s body stiffens and she screams my name as she lets go one more time. This time she leans back on the table, her breathing audible and labored. She looks well fucked, but my cock begs to differ.

Slowly, I stand up and remove my throbbing dick from its boxer brief prison. She’s still wide open, dripping with longing. She lifts her head to look at me…actually to look at my cock. It would be so easy to plunge into her. Not yet, though. Taking my heavy shaft into my hand, I tap it a few times on her wet slit. So easy to fill her small body with my huge dick, stretch her until she’s full of only me.

“Oh, God,” Lainey moans. She wants it. After two orgasms, she’s ready. We both watch as I take the head of my dick and tease it at her opening. I slip the head in just a touch. Only enough to make it a little wet and I hiss out a breath. It would feel so good. I need to stop right now. “Yes, yes,” she exclaims, her gaze fixed on my dick. When she meets my eyes, I smirk, snap my underwear back in place, and take a gigantic step back. She’s panting, smiling, flushed and all fucking mine.

I sigh. Self-control is something I’m trained in—an art form, if you will. They torture me for information, and I tell them to eat my asshole and bring me a beer. Things would have gone more smoothly for me in captivity if I had practiced self-control, if I had given them the information they wanted. Of course, information isn’t the reason they took me in the first place. V is much smarter and crueler than that.

Lainey leaps off the table and into my arms. I pick her up and she wraps her naked body around me. “Was it just like it used to be?” I ask, breathing in the sharp flowery smell of her shampoo. I want to drown in this scent. I would’ve given up all the information if they promised me this scent.

“No,” she whispers into my neck. Furrowing my brow, I pull back and look at her face.

“No?”

She smiles her megawatt, movie star smile, smoothens the skin in between my eyes, and says, “It’s even better. It’s just like now. We may need to practice a few more things. You know? While I’m figuring everything out.”

Lainey hits her knees in front of me and flashes that beautiful