The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(41)

“Maybe,” I admit, bending my head to take one nipple between my teeth. I tug on the bud before drawing it into my mouth and running my tongue over it. “Is it working?”

“Promise me you’ll give it some thought.”

“I promise you I’m not thinking about my parents while I have your nipple in my mouth. Now take your shorts off, Kitten,” I order as my hand slips into the waistband of her shorts and my fingers graze the lace covering her pussy.

“At least you’re honest,” she groans as she shimmies out of her shorts. I drop to my knees, lifting one foot at a time and rid her of the shorts that pool around her ankles. Next, I cup the cheeks of her ass with my palms and bring her closer and brush my mouth against the scar from her cesarean.

Her fingers work my hair as my teeth latch onto the elastic of her panties and drag them down her body.

“I’m going to be real honest with you,” I murmur as she steps out of her panties, pulling her glasses off her face and shaking out her hair. She gives me the come fuck me eyes and puts her sexy face on. I should to tell her she didn’t need to do all that because I always want her. I wanted her from the minute I came home, dressed in a wet t-shirt, with SpaghettiOs in her hair. Lauren is the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. “Honesty is me telling you you’re beautiful. Honesty is my word that you’re all I need to get by in this world. Honesty is you and me becoming one and forgetting there even is a world outside this apartment. You, Kitten, you’re everything and that’s the fucking truth. It doesn’t get any more honest than that.”

Her breath hitches as I grab a hold of her thighs and push them a part, all the while keeping my eyes locked with hers.

Love those eyes.

She braces her hands on my shoulders and I shift so I am sitting on the floor, staring up at her.

“Come here, Kitten, give me my honesty…give me you,” I rasp, reaching behind her to cup her ass and bring her down to me. She wraps her arms around my neck as she takes a seat on my lap.

“This what you want?” She asks breathlessly as she rocks against my erection straining to break through my worn jeans.

“No,” I admit, lowering my back until it was flat against the carpet. “Up here, Kitten,” I say, pointing to my mouth before taking one of her hands and guiding her up my body until she was positioned right where I wanted her, hovering over my face. She looked down at me, her hair wild around her face as her tongue traced her bottom lip.

“Give me you,” I plead.

She closes her eyes and lowers herself onto my waiting mouth. A moan escapes her as my tongue parts her lips and delves inside. Honesty was knowing I’d never get tired of this. I grip her hips as she arches against my mouth, my tongue teasing her, lavishly licking my way until I find her clit. She cries my name as I suck it into my mouth.

Honesty is knowing my name was never truly mine until I heard her say it.

Scream it.

Cry it.

Whisper it.

I pull my mouth back, glide my fingers over the path my tongue took before pushing two of them inside her and slamming my mouth back over her clit. She fists my hair and quickens her pace, riding me, taking what she needs from me.

Honesty.

Woven within every move she made.

Pushing my fingers deeper, I flick my tongue over her clit, once, twice and find it. Her pussy squeezes my fingers, quaking against my mouth as the rest of her tries to remain still and soak up the aftershocks of her orgasm. I feel the change in her, her body going lax over her mine, her grip loosening on my hair and the hold she had on my fingers easing allowing me to guide them out of her. I let my tongue take another swipe before leaning back, watching as she rolled off me and onto her back.

“Honesty is admitting the Tiger gives great head,” she pants.

Grinning, I kick off my boots and work my jeans down my legs before reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head.

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

“God, I love it when you talk like that. Keep talking,” I demand, positioning myself between her legs. The head of my cock teases her glistening pussy.

“Just before you were trying to shut me up and now you want me to talk,” she teases, bending her knees and closing them around me. “What do you want to hear me say, Riggs? You want me to tell you how badly I want your cock? How I was disappointed you left this morning before wrapping my mouth around you?”

“Fuck yes, more of that,” I grunt, bending my head to graze her nipple.

“Or maybe I should tell you I fingered myself in the shower this morning wishing it was your cock fucking me.”

“That’s it, Kitten,” I hiss, taking her hands and slamming them over her head as my dick pummels into her drenched pussy. “Take my cock,” I demand, sliding in inch by inch, filling her until she screams.

Fuck the world. Fuck the people who brought me into it. Everything could go up in smoke and I wouldn’t give two fucks. This right here, this moment, wrapped up in Lauren, this was everything. To hell with everything and everyone else.

I pull out, push back in, branding her mouth with kisses as I give her all of me, all the honest parts of my soul. I lose control, pounding into her mercilessly but Kitten takes me as always, matching my tempo. Jerking my hips, I groan coming and coming like a fucking champ. After I’ve emptied my balls, and sure I’m paralyzed, I collapse over Lauren.