Celeste Anwar - Born Of Night

He lifted his head, caught her smile and grinned at her. “Maybe.”

She swatted his shoulder and laughed. “That’s not an answer.”

“I think maybe you shouldn’ move so much, cause maybe I’m ready to love you more.” His cock was already growing hard again, responding to her heat.

“I think maybe we should wait for a bed,” she said tartly. “It’s just a miracle no one came along.”

“I think you’d like dat too much, ma diable.”

“I am not a devil!”

He grinned, nipping her lips. “You are when you squirm dose delicious hips.”

She lowered her lashes with a sultry smile and squirmed against him.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “You’ll be d’death of me, chere. I don’ know how I could love you so much.”

“Because I love you,” she whispered, brushing her lips softly against his. “And if you don’t get me to a bed right now, I’ll show you just how much of a devil I can be.”

His eyes flashed with heat. “I’m no’ so sure dat’s d’right incentive to ge’ me ta move d’way you wan’.” He ground his hips against hers with emphasis.

Jessica bit her lip, stifling a moan. “Oh ... uh ... I think I just changed my mind.”

The End