The sound of slickness is dizzying.
Wow. Wow. And wow!
This is naughty with a capital N.
Jesus.
She chants,oh my God, over and over again.
Her husband grunts in response.
Heat pours through my veins.
This is so sinful.
I uncross my legs, praying the cool air dowses my pulsating pussy.
It’s wishful thinking.
My whole body is ablaze.
Levi’s fingers walk across my body, slipping a hand beneath the bottom of my wrap dress.
I gasp.
“No bra?” I shake my head. “You’re begging for it.”
“I am,” I arch my back, making it easier for him to play with my breast.
He pinches my nipple hard, twisting it until it aches.
I close my eyes as pleasure ripples through me.
Goddammit.
His hand travels to my belt. He makes quick work of undoing it before parting the fabric, exposing my naked body.
His big hand strokes my skin. “Fuck, I missed this body,” he growls.
“Fuck, I missed your touch,” I pant.
His hand travels below my bellybutton. I hold my breath. When his fingers part my pussy, I nearly combust.
Holy fucking shit.
Levi jerks his chin to the couple. “You want some of that?” his voice is dark and smokey.
I can only nod.
I’m panting so hard, I’m nearly hyperventilating.
“You know the rules, sweetness,” Levi warns. “If you don’t tell me what you want, I can’t give it to you.”
“Yes,” I say in a trembling breath. I’m half out of my mind with need.
I know they can’t see––or hear us––but still, this is unbelievably risqué.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the woman groans. I shift my focus to find her head lolled back, her husband tongue-fucking her ass with determination.
