Page 32 of Trial of Deceit (The Family’s Oath #1)

She looked down, surprised to find Jediah’s eyes already hooked on her.

He tossed the stem of the strawberry to the side, then brought his face closer.

His heavy breaths fanned her clit seconds before he gave her entire slit one long lick — from bottom to top, savoring her pussy and the strawberry essence.

“Oh, God,” Ashari moaned. Her hand shot out and gripped Jediah’s head. Her thighs quivered as he gave her another long lick. She was so turned on, she could come from just watching him feast on her pussy.

Jediah sucked her clit into his mouth, causing Ashari’s eyes to roll to the back of her head.

Her head tilted backward, her back arching off the table as Jediah continued the slow torture.

His tongue swirled around her bud in patterns that made her senseless, jutted into her hole in ways that were maddening.

“Jed,” Ashari drawled his name, and he hummed.

The vibration ran through her clit, igniting her entire body with a newfound spark of pleasure she didn’t know existed.

Ashari’s thighs tightened around his head as her fingers dragged across his hair.

She used her free hand to palm one of her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipple through the material, while Jediah pulled her closer to orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” Ashari begged. “Please. Don’t stop. ”

She didn’t want this to end. Never, ever. Not today. Nor tomorrow.

This pleasure was something else. Jediah was flicking his tongue across her clit like he wanted her pussy to remember how he felt between her legs long after she came.

She rolled her hips against his face as he stuck two fingers inside her. He fingered her at just the right pace, causing a tightness to form in her abdomen.

“I’m close,” Ashari announced, then dragged her teeth across her bottom lip.

As Jediah curled his fingers inside her, Ashari’s resistance snapped.

Her lips parted wide and she released a long, loud moan.

Her body trembled as her orgasm took over every crevice of her body, fueling a powerful release that Jediah continued to coax out of her body.

Seconds passed before Ashari fell flat with a huff. Her eyes snapped open, mesmerized by the dark clouds covering the sunlight and the beauty of the pattern in the gazebo’s ceiling. She smiled as Jediah placed a final kiss on her clit before his face came into view.

Jediah hovered above her. “Taste yourself.”

Ashari, still breathing hard, opened her mouth.

Jediah did the same and stuck his tongue out.

Ashari watched as a line of spit trailed off Jediah’s pink tongue, flowing downward until it entered her mouth.

Jediah closed the space between them. His mouth met Ashari’s too fast for her to turn her head away.

Jediah’s hand snuck into her braids, locking her in place with a tight grip so she couldn’t decline his kiss.

Ashari’s hands pressed firmly against Jediah’s chest, ready to push him away, when she found her body melting into his arms.

The kiss was hard. Ashari was overcome by Jediah’s dominance that she didn’t have a choice but to kiss him back. Her hands slackened against his chest. Jediah smirked against her mouth. If Ashari’s eyes were opened, she would’ve rolled them.

Jediah spat into her mouth, a mix of strawberries and her pussy, and Ashari swallowed without him having to implore her.

He gave her a final peck before pulling away. “Good wife,” he praised while his hands loosened in her hair.

Ashari couldn’t resist rolling her eyes this time. “Whatever.”

“See seh yu still alive after finally making me kiss you? See seh the world never end?”

“Shut up, Jediah,” she hissed while her heart raced, and he chuckled.

She watched as Jediah’s hands crawled up her thighs, caressing them with passion and possessiveness.

His eyes were bright from desire, making Ashari’s heart race from how desperately her body craved such a bad man. “Are you good now?”

He stopped admiring her body to ask, “Now you a ask that?”

“I said sorry.”

“And I said you’d pay.”

“How?”

“Don’ worry ’bout dat. Come ride it.” Jediah tugged his pants and boxers down, then sat.

Ashari climbed off the table. Her legs wobbled as she stepped toward him. She ignored Jediah’s chuckle as her attention drifted to the tip of his dick. Relief flooded her that it was no longer swollen from her painful bite.

He reached out and held her wrist, pulling her closer. “Mi good, queen. I promise.”

She chuckled as she landed on his lap. Throwing her arms over his shoulder, she teased, “You want me this badly?”

“Addicted to yu from the night yu run leff mi.”

“Stop,” Ashari laughed.

Jediah smirked. As the clouds burst and a heavy shower of rain poured down, Jediah helped Ashari onto his dick while holding her gaze.

Ashari’s lips parted, sucking in a breath while a whimper left Jediah’s mouth as her walls enveloped him.

His hard dick throbbed inside her with every inch until she took him to a hilt.

“Breathe to make it better,” Jediah reminded, his voice deeper than before.

She nodded and tossed her head back, giving him access to her neck.

One of her hands crawled up the back of his neck as he leaned forward, the other gathering a fistful of his shirt as he thrusted into her.

Somehow, the sound of the heavy raindrops beating against the gazebo’s roof amplified her senses.

“Jed,” Ashari moaned, her hair rising all over her skin as he left kisses everywhere except her mouth.

Painting her body with marks for the whole world to see that she was his.

Jediah was great at sex. He knew how to work her body like no one else could.

And as he continued with talented strokes that no one else had ever given her, Jediah filled something inside Ashari that was empty from yearning to be touched: being appreciated for who she was without the fear of inadequacy caused by constant comparisons.

As she reached her second orgasm, it dawned on her that she craved Jediah despite him being her bane.

She reached out and kissed him. Long and hard.

She knew she was ruined.

It’d hurt so much tomorrow when the local police raided the newest construction site.