So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(43)

My spine arches until my hips rise off the lounger. Ty moves my legs so they rest over his shoulders.

“And this? This is me, doing what I’ve been thinking about since I first woke this morning.” He sets upon my pussy like he’s starving and I’m his last meal.

His tongue teases my clit and sinks deep into my folds. His fingers find my entrance and he slips two inside, wiggling them until I push against his mouth. My head turns to the side as I moan.

Tyson rubs my bud with his fingertips as he goes lower to slide his tongue along that tiny hole in the back. Pressure builds as my pulse throbs between my thighs, demanding release. My hands are in his hair and my legs wrap around his head as he licks and kisses my pussy.

He pulls away for a moment, and a light breeze cools my clit and puckers my nipples. Then Ty takes my bud between his teeth, ever so gently, and teases it with the tip of his tongue until I squirm beneath him. He sucks as he sinks his fingers into my entrance.

I’m on fire as I widen my legs for him even more. My throbbing cunt grinds against his tongue.

“You’re so wet, JoJo, and this cream is just for me. I love the way you taste. And that…that’s why I’ve been thinking about doing this all day. This sweetness and your pussy pulsing around me.”

He licks and kisses and sucks until he brings me to a place where I want to fly apart or die. I buck against his mouth, grunting with pleasure.

I can’t think straight with his fingers deep inside as he sucks my clit, driving me to the edge of madness.

But then he stops and gets up.

My eyes fly open. “Where are you going?”

He swipes me off the lounger, hikes me high against his chest, and carries me into the house, leaving the door wide open as he crosses the living room. His mouth finds mine as he heads down the long corridor.

Finally, he speaks. “I’m not making love to you on a lounge chair.”

Making love.

He’s going to make love to me. My stomach and heart jump up and down together like two overly excited teenaged girls.

I clamp down on the joy I want so badly.

It’s only an expression. He doesn’t love me just because he says make love.

When he lays me on the bed, he crawls over me. With one hand at the base of my skull and the other on my pussy, he kisses me as though I might break while his fingers sink deep within my wetted entrance.

My pulse speeds when he moves over me, his knee between mine. His enormous erection presses against my belly as he sweeps through my mouth with his tongue and kisses the corners before moving to my temple.

He says, “Touch me, love.”

I take his cock in hand. My fingers can’t even close around it. He kisses my other temple as I raise my legs and open wider to make room for him. I let my fingers slide along his length. His erection is velvety soft, yet so hard. My pussy pulses in anticipation as I pull him closer.

When I place the head of his hard-on at my entrance, he kisses my eyelids, one after the other. “Are you still confused?”

I lick my lips.

He pushes but stops before the head enters. “Say it. Say you want me inside you. I need you to say it out loud. I won’t do this unless you want it.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, closing my eyes and shutting out his gray stare. This is madness. This want I have for him. It overrides my good sense and every mechanism I’ve honed over the years to protect myself.

“No room for confusion here, JoJo. I can’t do this if you aren’t sure you want me.”

My breathing matches my erratic heartbeat, but I manage to get the words out. “I want you, Tyson Masters. Now. Please.”

Ty moves forward, his cock pressing my slit. His mouth covers mine, soft at first, but then he deepens the kiss. He rams his erection deep into my wet folds. As his tongue darts in and out, in and out, he pumps his hips in time with the motion. I move with him, both of us wanting more.

I wrap my legs around him, tilting my hips. He slowly plunges inside. I meet his every thrust. He smiles down at me as he rocks against me. His balls slap the seam of my ass.

Then he’s going faster. I brace myself, hands on the headboard, to keep from banging the top of my head. My tits bounce every time he rams deep within. My body coils around an invisible spring readying to snap.

Tyson drives deeper and harder into my slick, wet pussy. He slides out only to return even harder the next time. When he slows, his face strains as he slips his hand behind my knee and lifts it almost to my chest. He dips deeper, but slower, until I’m stretched to my breaking point, the pressure so great I bear down on his cock each time he sinks into me.

His brow wrinkles, and he lets out a great breath as though he’s been holding it. “I’m coming, love. Come with me.”