EIGHTEEN
They hadn’t made love again last night, but that didn’t stop Trick from taking her to c****x after c****x. Lyla hadn’t admitted to him that no man had ever used his mouth on her before he did. Now she felt like a veteran. But he didn’t just use his mouth. He used his hands, his fingers and his p***s, letting her wriggle and writhe all over him to lose herself in the bliss of o****m.
When she woke up to him kissing her, she’d asked him to make love to her again, and he did after a little pleading on her part. He was so preoccupied with the idea that he might hurt her that he was reluctant. What he didn’t get was that she liked the feeling of him stretching her. It was overwhelming, just like him and the emotions he was invoking in her.
Taking his sweet time, he wouldn’t push too
