The Entitled (The Entitled Duet #1) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,121
the towels she was using as a buffer is stuck to her knee.
“Gross.” She tosses it off. “We will… I mean, just a minute.” She laughs, moving her hands away. I pull up my shorts and kiss her swollen red lips.
“You’re ridiculous.” Swatting her ass, I unlock the door. An angry-looking woman, sixtyish with tattoos, pushes past us and slams the door, mumbling about youth. Lacing our fingers together, we walk over to the bar and signal for the check. The bartender takes one look at Tess and smirks as he sets the printed bill down. Fucker. I have half a mind to give him a shitty tip, but that’s not my style, and again, it’s not his fault Tess is drop-dead gorgeous. I leave a couple hundred on the bar and take her out into the warm sunny afternoon.
Blinking as our eyes adjust to the day, we hail a cab back to our apartment. She pretty much passes out. I tuck her in and make myself a sandwich, take a shower, and slip into bed with her. She turns and mumbles how much she loves me. With half her body on top of mine, I fall into a peaceful sleep.
Morning sunlight blinds me. I must have forgotten to shut the blinds last night. Reaching for Tess, my hand feels nothing but a crumpled sheet. I bolt up from our empty bed. As I’m getting ready to search for her, I hear the toilet flush and flop back onto the mattress. I don’t know what has spooked me.
“Tess? You okay, Kitten?” She opens the bathroom door, and I chuckle at her appearance. I can honestly say that no matter what Tess does, I always find her beautiful. That being said, this morning her pale face and wild hair have definitely got me wanting to take care of her.
Getting up, I guide her back to bed. “Kitten?” I lay her down and slide in behind her, pulling her tight to my warm chest. I land kisses on her neck. “Did you throw up?”
“Yes, I’m never drinking again!” She groans. “Why did you let me get into that condition?”
Laughing, I say, “I tried to stop you, but you kept ordering more shots, then insisted we play pool. Remember that? Your fucking skirt was so short, every time you leaned over the table, I had to stand behind you so that no one saw what belongs to me.” I rub her stomach in gentle circles as she moans again.
“I feel like shit, Reed.” She snuggles her tight ass on my erection, all whiny and needy the way she always is when she’s hungover. I love it.
“I can see that, baby.” I kiss and suck her neck, licking her ear, moving my hips to rub my hard cock in between her ass cheeks. “Maybe I can help.” Rubbing her stomach, I slide my hand in between her legs. She’s already wet.
“Reed,” she groans. “I can’t. I don’t feel good. And I hate you since you’re the reason I feel like this.” She says all this as her ass is moving to the same rhythm of my hips. Her hands clutch the white sheet.
“I know, Kitten,” I whisper. “Let’s see if I can redeem myself.” Moving my two fingers back and forth, I smile as she becomes wetter.
“Fuck, you’re drenched, Tess. You need a release. You need to come hard.” She’s panting and rubbing herself all over my slick fingers. I let her fuck herself with my fingers any way she wants and dip inside her to stroke that G-spot before I let her go at it again.
A loud moan fills the room, the smell of her making me have to taste her, eat her. Her body starts to tense and clench. I roll onto my back and pull her on top of me. Her blue eyes meet mine, her lips downturned. “Reed, I don’t want to play games—I want to come,” she snarls. I love when she’s a bitch. So does my cock, and it’s straining for her impatient pussy. I pull her up and place her two knees between my face as I look up at her pink, glistening cunt.
“Sit on my face,” I demand. Quickly, she lowers herself onto my waiting mouth and tongue. She must be hungover to be that greedy. I growl my approval as she starts to fuck my face, her hips thrusting hard on my mouth and chin. I grab her ass and take over, rubbing and sucking