Tiger Mom (Killer Moms #4) - Eve Langlais Page 0,49

breasts, then lower, on her upper belly. Then lower still. Macey trembled with desire. He could smell her through the thin fabric of her panties as arousal moistened her cleft. He used his teeth to tug, and when that didn’t work so well, his hands made quick work of the material in his way.

He pressed his face against her mound and nipped, a signal for her to part her legs. Her sex gleamed, pink and wet. Tasty, he’d wager. He blew softly, and her sex quivered. Next, the wet tip of his tongue traced the edges of her lips, the feathery touch drawing a moan.

The sound emboldened him, and he gripped her hips tighter, drawing her to his mouth. He licked her slit, a long, wet stroke of his tongue that had her moaning again.

Then, as if shocked by the noise, she shoved a fist into her mouth. But she didn’t ask him to stop, so he licked her again, and again, delving between her lips, thrusting his tongue into her pussy. Macey clutched the couch cushions, her hips thrusting slightly as she met the cadence that he set.

At times, her thighs turned into tight vises around his head. As if he cared. He teased her and tasted. Flicked his tongue against her clit and almost got whiplash as she bucked. He grabbed hold of her clit with his lips and sucked on her sensitive flesh.

She trembled and uttered a low moan that vibrated past the fist in her mouth. When her orgasm hit, he caught it, and then kept stroking it, leaving her panting for more.

She shoved at him, and he thought: this is it, we’re done.

But his ass hit the floor, and then she hit him as she dove on top of him, her hands tugging at his shirt. He helped her strip it from his body, exposing his hard form. His turn to tremble as she stroked a hand down his chest to the waistband of his pants.

He couldn’t remove them while sitting, so he stood, and had the pleasure of looking down to see her on her knees, tugging at them. Exposing him in all his erect glory. She reached out and grabbed him, drawing a hiss.

His hips thrust.

She laughed. “My turn.”

“Maybe later.” Because if she kept touching him, he’d spill, and then he wouldn’t know the pleasure of sinking into her body.

He drew her to her feet and against him, his cock trapped between their bodies, but he reveled in the skin-to-skin contact. His lips latched on to hers, and she opened to him, their tongues, breath, and passion entwining.

Her nipples pebbled against his chest, berries he suddenly had to taste. Ted leaned her far enough back that he could bend and take one into his mouth.

Macey moaned and bucked her pelvis as his tongue swirled around the tip. He thrust a thigh between her legs, and she rode it, rubbing her wet cleft against him, drawing a pleased growl.

She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. Passionate. Sweet. Responsive to his touch.

His.

He wanted to join with her. To feel her surrounding him. He turned so he could once more sit on the couch, but he drew her down with him, getting her to straddle his lap, his cock trapped under her cleft.

She rocked against him, teasing him with the heat of her core, lubing him with her cream. She lifted herself enough that his cock bobbed upright. The head of his prick rubbed the entrance to her sex. She wiggled a bit, teasing.

His fingers dug into her hips as he resisted the instinct to slam into her.

He didn’t want to go too fast, but he might just die if—

She sat down, and he gasped as the heat of her surrounded him. Pulsed. Clenched him tightly.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she murmured.

“Nice?” he grumbled.

“Perfect,” she amended as she began rocking atop him. It took an already pleasurable sensation and multiplied it by infinity. He fit her snugly, his cock buried to the hilt, her pussy squeezing. Her breath hot and panting.

Together, they moved in rhythm, his hands on her waist, his hips doing their best to grind while she rocked.

He didn’t need to feel the tension in her body to know that she was about to come again. On his cock.

Her breathing turned ragged. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the pleasure coiled inside her.

At the moment of climax, she opened her eyes, and their gazes locked.

Ted knew he couldn’t yell his pleasure, and the