Page 65 of Sweet Deception

“I want you,” Nika’s eyes drop to my collarbone, “in my mouth.”

This might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

I’m nearly speechless, but my dick knows how to talk for me.

“That can be arranged.” I stand, taking her with me, and set her down on the floor. Her fingertips alight on the hem of my sweats. “You’re sure, princess?”

She gives me an adorable glare as she yanks my pants down. “Shut up and sit.”

Biting back a smile, I relax back on the couch, my fingers threading through the base of her braided hair as she kneels down. I know I’m going to want a good grip for this.

I groan the second she sticks her tongue out, her lips opening wide. My cock slips straight into her wet mouth, and it’s better than I ever thought it could be.

Despite her shyness from a few moments ago, she’s not exactly hesitant. The way her mouth moves over my cock, her tongue teasing and her hands stroking…fuck.

It’s so good and so hot, I’m angry.

My grip tightens in her hair, and I push her down harder on my length.

She moans, gasps, and chokes around my shaft, and I can’t stop from thrusting inside her. Her nails dig into my thighs as she rides it out, slipping me a gaze when she can.

Throat-fucking Nika is unreal. I don’t know how I made it this far in life without experiencing something so outstanding.

Her face is flushed, eyes shining. She looks incredible and feels even better.

I don’t last long.

I pull out just in time to paint her face and neck with my cum. She’s so sexy. Her smile shouldn’t be legal in the state of New York.

Losing control like this unsettles me.

That I like it so much is even worse.

But I refuse to worry about that right now. Instead, I yank off my t-shirt and wipe her face before pushing her onto the couch and tugging her pants down.

I grin at her wide-eyed expression. “You tasted me, so now I’m tasting you.”

Once she’s been thoroughly ravished and her body is limp from pleasure, I bring her a washcloth damp with warm water so she can fix the mess I made of her face properly.

Back in the bathroom, I reluctantly wash my own face, wishing I could keep her scent on my skin for the rest of the night.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to her after what we just did, but by the time I return to the living room, Nika’s fast asleep on the couch. The product of sexual satisfaction and sleep deprivation, if I had to guess.

I stare at her angelic face like a creep for far too long, and then I grab the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over her.

Seeing her rest sends a pang of envy through me. I wish I could do the same.

Chapter Twenty-Three

When the fog of sleep clears the next morning, I’m all wrapped up in a warm, cozy cocoon. My eyes gradually blink open to find my body tucked beneath a blanket.

I cease breathing as dual shocks blast me.

The first jolt comes with the discovery that Darren covered me up in the middle of the night. I can’t believe I passed out in front of him like that and left myself completely vulnerable to a trained killer.

The second surprise revolves around the unfamiliar sensation of someone taking care of me.

No, not just someone. Darren. And it resulted in the best night of sleep I’ve had in ages.