“You smell like you wanna get fucked.”
She raised a brow. “Nasty ass.”
“You like that shit, though.” I kissed her slow, pressing her body against the counter. “Missed you today.”
“You always miss me when you wanna be nasty.”
“True,” I whispered against her ear. “But I also missed yo’ fine ass.”
“Boy, shut up.”
She tried to pull away, but I caught her wrist and spun her back into me, hand sliding down to her ass.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish.”
“Stop playing wit’ me, Kash.”
Jet was still babbling in the living room, but we didn’t care. I kissed her again, harder this time, and her breath hitched. She pushed me away, cheeks flushed.
“Let me get him settled, and I got you.”
“Say less.”
***
“You doing this shit on purpose?” I asked from the bed.
She looked over her shoulder. “What?”
“You know what the fuck you doing, man.” I watched as she strolled her thick ass over to the bed.
She climbed on top of me without a word, straddling my hips. My hands found her ass, her thighs, then her breasts. Everything about her felt like home.
“Don’t be loud,” I warned, flipping her onto her back. “Jace still up.”
“Then you better keep that mouth shut,” she challenged.
“Word.” I squinted right before I kissed her hard, then slid down to taste her. Her hands flew to my head, body twitching under me. She bit her lip, trying to stay silent, but I didn’t let up. I wanted to hear her beg.
“Shit,” she gasped.
“You taste stressed,” I growled with my mouth full. “Lemme fix that.”
She bit her lip, damn near trembling.
“I said be quiet,” I murmured when she cried out, sliding two fingers in to match the rhythm of my tongue.
“Jackson,” she whined.
“Shhh,” I smirked. “What’d I say?”
When I slid inside her, it was slow and deep. We moved like nothing else mattered because right now it didn’t.
She moaned into my neck, whispering curses and love all at once. I gripped her ass tighter, driving deeper, taunting her.
“Shhh, Kash. Can’t let the boys hear how nasty you are.”
“I hate you,” she cried out.
