Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,154

the hickey I’d left there last night. It looks so fucking good on her skin, a perfect harmony of blue and purple. I can see the broken capillaries fanning out in the shape of my mouth, still red at the edges.

“Mm,” is all I’m able to muster, sweeping her tits up into my palms. When I thumb at her nipples, she sighs, eyes sliding closed as she rocks against me once more. I can feel that she’s wet—probably woke up that way. We fucked long enough last night that my thigh muscles twinge when I flex my legs. But even though she came three times, she probably could have kept going.

Now she rests her hands on my chest and swirls her hips, bucking, lining everything up. And then she sinks down.

I don’t know how I ever fucking deprived myself of this.

The way she looks when she takes my dick is the sweetest torture. Her jaw goes slack, eyebrows knitting together as her eyes fall closed. She takes it slower than I’m used to giving it, savoring every inch as it slides into her pussy. That look on her face is the only reason I don’t drive my hips up and slam it into her.

When she settles onto me, pulling in a shallow, hitched breath, her teeth dig into her lip, eyes finally blinking open.

That look makes me want to squirm away. It’s too early, too close, too good to hide what needs hidden—and god fucking knows there’s a lot to hide. But it’s easy to forget when she starts to ride me, tits bobbing with the gentle, grinding motion of her hips.

I mutter a low, “Fucking Christ, Georgia,” because I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life. Those tits, those eyes, that swaying red hair, my bruises on her hips and thighs, the way she looks sleepy-soft but so goddamn eager. It’s better than I thought it’d be, watching her take what she wants from me. When she leans down to kiss me, I fist my hand in her hair and decide I’ve shown enough restraint.

I wrap an arm around her waist to hold her steady, plant my feet on the mattress, and then drive my dick into her. The sound she makes isn’t urgent or surprised. It’s a gentle hum, like she’d been expecting this, hoping for it.

My thighs are going to hate me later, but for now, I don’t care. I fuck her relentlessly and she takes it, panting soft and pleased into our stilted, wet kisses. It’s dirty and sloppy and just what I always hoped morning sex might be.

After, when we’re both breathless and boneless once again, she turns to me, temple propped on her fist.

“No one’s ever fucked me as good as you do.”

I lift the forearm I’ve slung over my eyes to send her a smirk. “Naturally.”

She rolls her eyes, flopping back. “I should know better than to stroke any part of your ego by now.” Despite the words, she’s still all flushed and glowing, a soft delight held in her eyes.

I’m the one to roll over now, brushing my knuckles over the side of her tit. “Give me an hour,” I say, nosing into the delicate skin below her ear, “and you can stroke any part of me you want.”

She snorts, tilting her head to give me access. “Would that hour include you going to The Nerd to pick up breakfast?”

I reach for her chin, turning her to face me for another long kiss. “Will you still be naked when I get back?”

“Will you spank me again?” Even though she raises a haughty eyebrow, the apples of her chin bloom a bashful pink.

My dick twitches feebly. “Deal.”

Georgia and I fuck for that entire morning, and I might stick around to make it an all-day thing, except I get a call from Tara that Underworld is having electrical issues.

Although ‘electrical issues’ is a bit of an understatement.

I spend the entire afternoon and night there, trying to work through circuit board diagrams and getting absolutely fucking nowhere. One of my bartenders briefly apprenticed with an uncle, so we try our best to double-team it.

By Friday, half our lights still aren’t working and I haven’t gotten a spare moment with Georgia since Sunday morning. It doesn’t help that it’s homecoming week at Preston and the whole place is filled with a manic energy. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t fill me with a strange mixture of nostalgia and cheerlessness. Back in the day, homecoming