KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance)
My hips dance to it and I cry out.
“Don’t stop talking,” I beg, my voice all breathy and wet. “Keep telling me. I need to hear you, Cairo."
He comes up to get some air. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my tongue while you finish that ice cream like the sweet, perfect girl you are. And he’s gonna sit there knowing he’ll never get this from you again. Never.”
Then he dives back in, his mouth working faster and hungrier.
My legs are trembling so violently that they keep knocking against his head. My stomach is tight, that warm, crazy sweetness building stronger every second.