locked in a heated stare.
“You don’t have to apologize. I blindsided you.” Finally, we connected and his arm went across the small of my back in that possessive way I loved so much. “You sure you want to be in a relationship with someone like me? I’m a little pushy,” I said.
“A lot pushy. I like taming you though.” His hand slid down to my ass and his lips lowered to mine. My tongue slipped against his before I nibbled and sucked on it. In a blink, our kiss turned nasty and feral.
A growl rumbled his broad chest. The sound settled between my thighs and squeezed my clit. I pulled back briefly to look at him because there was nothing sexier than seeing Evander drunk on me.
Red lipstick smeared his face, hunger lowered his eyelids and the carnal need to fuck was scrawled against his irises. This man was mine and there was no doubt in my mind that I was his too. He thought I was the flame but honestly, we set the world on fire together.
My lips skated across his stiff collar, painting it with a stripe of red. I stamped his throat with my lips so he could wear me on his skin while we fucked.
I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed my anchor. My man. My love.
My fingers worked to unbutton his shirt while our lips fell into a hot rhythm all their own.
Kiss.
Suck.
Bite.
Lick.
We were on a loop until I unleashed his dick and he freed my breasts then shoved my nightie around my hips. I swore I heard a few threads pop. Sometimes, I fussed when he wrinkled my clothes or tore my panties in the heat of the moment but he knew I loved it. No matter how much I whined, I loved that shit.
Evander spun me around and pushed me over the island so that my ass was in the air, ready and waiting for him. He knelt behind me and bit each of my cheeks before spreading me open and devouring my pussy from behind.
His warm mouth and facial hair rubbed against me, pushing chills down my spine. I pushed against his mouth and he dug his fingertips into my hips. I was dripping for him. Only for him. He knew how to push every button my body had.
My moans were feverish. My orgasm was rocketing to the surface faster than I anticipated. My toes curled into balls while I braced for impact.
“Fuck!” I shouted, setting my throat on fire.
“Come all over my face, Xari. Make that pretty pussy drip down my chin.” His talented fingers found my clit while his tongue slid in and out of my entrance, fucking me so thoroughly I bounced back on it like it was his dick.
I rained on his face and down the insides of my thighs. Slippery and warm honey dripped form me with ease while I called on the Lord. My heart pounded relentlessly against my chest forcing a steady rhythm of thumps through my veins. I felt it all over my body. I was buzzing.
Evander stood to look at me. He was so fucking sexy I almost came again. Seeing his handsome, chiseled face wet with my cum turned me into an inferno. I grabbed him, clasping my fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him to me. I needed to taste myself.
I sucked on his lips and tasted his tongue. “I love the taste of my pussy on your tongue, Evander.”
“Me too.” He nipped at my jawline then my chin, making his way to my throat. I tilted my head back, exposing myself for him like a female wolf submitting.
On the counter, Evander’s phone buzzed. Out of habit, I reached for it and checked to see if it was Frankie. Whenever she was with her mom, Evander and I always stopped what we were doing to make sure it wasn’t an emergency text. Even if we were in the middle of fucking. Nothing was more important than having to possibly recuse Frankie from Alexis.
“Frankie,” I said, breathlessly, handing him the phone.
“Shit.” He licked the remnants of my pussy from his lips then read the message. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He rubbed his face and started tucking his shirt in his pants frantically. My stomach dropped.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Alexis is dropping Frankie off now because she has to go to a party downtown and Frankie doesn’t want to go.” No sooner than the words left