REAPER'S KISS by Jaxson Kidman Page B

grabbed the sheets
on the bed.
    Was this really happening?
    It was the wildest moment of my
life. I had never felt so instantly drawn to someone like I did to Jace. And
now he was on his knees, between my legs…
    His tongue darted up and down
against my clit. He was driving me toward the edge already and he just started
a minute ago. What got me was his hands. They were at the insides of my thigh,
squeezing tight but not too tight. I was in his power, control, his command.
Yet it was my wetness that he devoured and craved.
    Jace opened his mouth and engulfed
me, from my hood to my labia. He sucked the wetness off me and pulled away letting
out a wet smack sound. Then he looked at me. His lips were glistening, along
with the scruff above his upper lip.
    “Fuck,” I whispered.
    Inside, my body raged for him.
    “Now it’s your turn to use your
mouth,” he said. “I want to know everything. You talk while I work.”
    His tongue lapped up slowly against
my soft folds.
    My hips rocked and I groaned.
    “Shit,” I moaned. “Okay…”
    Jace’s tongue moved up and down.
His eyes - those green eyes - looked up at me, burning at me.
    “There’s games in the back of the
store,” I said. Jace’s tongue kept moving. “I don’t know what his position is
though, okay? Maybe he gets a cut of the bets for hosting it. But when there’s
games I have to dress up. Well, dress…down…”
    Jace’s tongue moved up to my clit.
His eyes moved away from mine. He was solely focused on my clit.
    He had no fucking clue what that
did to me. It was my sweet spot. My O button. And he was pounding it over and
over with the top and bottom of his tongue.
    “… I walk around and make sure
everyone is happy. That’s my job there. I don’t want that job. I never…oh… fuck…”
    I felt the deepest pit of my belly
start to flutter.
    I was close to coming.
    Jace slid his hands to my ass and
lifted me up. The towel started to open more, peeling up to the top. When it
opened, I was completely naked to Jace.
    I didn’t care.
    It felt too good.
    My body wanted it so badly.
    Hell, if I was going to end up
dead, this was the way to go.
    “I’m close, Jace,” I purred. “So
fucking close…”
    Jace moved his tongue down and
thrust it into me.
    I bucked at Jace’s mouth, sucking a
breath and let out a groan.
    He then took his mouth away from
me. He brought his hands around and started to massage my folds with his
thumbs.
    “What happens at the games?” Jace
asked.
    “They play cards. They deal drugs.
And women. Oh, fuck, I’m ready, Jace. Please… let me…”
    “Easy, sweetie,” Jace said with an
evil grin. “This Uncle Frank… he’s the head guy?”
    “I don’t know,” I said. “He’s part
of it all. He’s always been involved. There’s secrets with him and my father. I
remember it from when I was younger. He’s got something over my father. I know
that. Well, I believe it.”
    “So I need to figure this out with
your father?” Jace asked.
    “I guess,” I said.
    “I expected the truth with this
next question,” Jace said. He slid his thumbs up to my clit and made small but
effective circles. “Are you part of any of it?”
    I groaned as my legs pulled at the
bed, demanding relief. I was just inches from the cliff.
    “No,” I said.
    “Sweetie, don’t lie to me anymore.”
    I looked down at Jace. My breathing
was crazy. My body pulsed from the inside out. He was torturing me with
pleasure and he was damn good at it.
    “I swear,” I groaned. “I have
nothing to do with it. He asks me to walk around. I’m the eye candy, okay? I
keep the attention. I get my ass grabbed, touched, slapped. I get offers. I
never take them. I’m nothing but a conquest… a cheap whore! That’s it, Jace.
That’s the fucking truth of my life. I’m used by everyone. Including you.”
    Jace stopped moving. “No, sweetie,
I’m not using you. I’m showing you. You’re worried about me being the bad guy?
Tell me how good the bad