I press my tongue over her clit while massaging her entrance with two fingers. She lifts her hips to seek added pressure and makes a sound so sexy, I graze my teeth against one inner thigh.
She lifts her hips up while rubbing my hair.
“You don’t know him,” she mutters absentmindedly.
I bite her other inner thigh and suck, leaving a hickey. It’s a reminder that I expect her to speak to this guy for the last time. Her ex needs to stay out of the picture permanently.
I graze my teeth against her rounded clit. Ligaya crunches up and our eyes lock in a hot, lust-filled stare. The air is thick with the palpable intensity of a challenge.
“Say my name,” I hiss under my breath.
“Tristan. His name is Tristan Thorne,” she answers between shallow pants.
I offer an approving nod before returning to her wet pussy.
“Are you working out or something?” The man’s irritation is loud and clear.
“I have to go,” Ligaya says curtly.
“Wait. Did you say Tristan Thorne? The hockey player?”
I grab one ass cheek possessively and use my other hand to cup her soaked center before slipping my fingers in. She squeaks. I press my thumb over her clit while working her inside walls. As she watches me, I lick her delicious arousal coating my lower lip.
“Oh god!” She gasps and pushes her hips up.
“Ligaya?” the man’s voice sounds rattled.
Her body wiggles under me. When we make eye contact, she seems dazed.
“Tell him,” I mouth silently.
“Don’t call me again,” she says in a rush, ends the call, and throws her phone over her head.
I curl my fingers and suck her clit as Ligaya unravels under me. Her climax is so powerful, her back bucks and her walls squeeze my fingers in pulsing beats.
As she slowly comes down from her high, I indulge in luxurious kisses over her rounded belly. Her back arches, welcoming thegreedy tugs of my mouth on her nipples. I attempt to put the entirety of a breast in my mouth. She’s so lush, the endeavor is blissfully impossible. I do it again and again on each side. She moans my name.
“Need to be inside you, sweetheart.”
“I want that, too,” she says, but instead of opening her legs wider, she slips away and goes down on all fours. I’m treated to her rounded backside. I lean forward and run my lips over her sexy tattoo.
“Please, Tristan. I need you inside me.”
I chuckle because there’s no need to beg on my behalf. I stroke up and down her soaked seam with the plum head of my cock. She pushes back into me, inviting me to slip in with one thrust.
“Goddamn, you feel amazing. Tight andperfect.”
I wait for her to adjust to my size. After a beat, she begins swirling her hips. That’s my hint to begin slow, steady pumps that build us up to the brink of euphoria. We’re teetering at that edge. I lean down, one hand supporting my weight and the other reaching for her nipple. I tweak it.
“Oh god, that feels so good. I’m so sensitive there andeverywhere.”
We roll our hips, grinding relentlessly. Her pussy tightens in a fluttering rhythm and my balls tighten. She convulses around me and it’s too incredible to hold back.
“Permission to fuck you hard.”
She lets out a sound between a laugh and a moan. “Granted.”
I grab her hips and bounce her against my groin.
