Space Between (Smart Girl Mafia Series: Book 3) by Amiee Smith

Author:Amiee Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amiee Smith
Published: 2019-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 16

BRIT PALMER

“Alex, you gotta go. Oh my.”

Legs spread. Knees bent. Leggings on the floor. Kimono open. I’m on my back on the sofa. Game highlights play on the wall.

Between my thighs, Dragon’s mouth glides up and down and side to side. I press my nails into his muscular shoulders. His tongue laps my clit, applying pressure in the right places of everywhere.

Every woman needs a man to eat her pussy like this.

Every woman needs to know pleasure like this.

He’s making up for lost time. As soon as the clock ran out on the fourth quarter, he took my third plate of food off my lap and hooked his masculine hand in the waistband of my black stretchy pants. There’s still wing sauce under my fingernails.

Miz Pepper yelps on the floor below.

“You gotta take her out. She can’t have an accident on this carpet.”

He lifts his head, his glasses steamy. “She’s fine. Pep was one of the best dogs in crate training. Turn around.”

“But she’s not in her crate right now. Wait. You took that class too?”

Back in the day, he and I agreed that Miz Pepper would never be one of those dogs in a crate all day.

Alex sits up, removing his glasses. “A few hours in a crate is easier than me taking her to daycare. Pep, get in your crate. Daddy wants to rim mommy. Turn around, Brit. Take this off.”

“Miz Pepper, get in your crate. Mommy needs to google the mechanics of what daddy wants to do,” I say, slipping off the kimono and reaching for my phone.

“Pep, get in your crate and tell mommy she doesn’t need to google it, she just needs to trust daddy.”

He takes my phone away for the second time tonight, returning it to the coffee table still covered in the remains of our dinner. Our eyes meet. He’s hella serious.

Alex wants to put his mouth there.

“Miz Pepper, remind daddy that mommy is new to all this and maybe rimming is too advanced for her.”

“Pep, remind mommy that she said daddy could be in charge the next round. We’re in our 30s. She can handle it.”

“Miz Pepper, ask daddy if he’s rimmed before?”

“Pep, get in your crate. Tell mommy that daddy has a goal list of activities he’s waited almost nine years to do.”

“Specifically with me? Or just in general?”

“Does it matter, Brit? Turn around, please.”

I do as I am told, rolling onto my stomach and resting my chin on my hands. Behind me, Alex rises from the sofa. I vaguely listen to him and Miz Pepper have the crate conversation, but I’m more focused on what he just said: Does it matter?

Well, yesterday, I would have said “no.” But post-deflowering, I’m feeling oddly sensitive. Now, the thought of him crushing his goal list with anyone else but me feels kind of blue.

I mean, I’ve been kind of blue for the last eight months, but I thought it was my divorce grief and it would eventually pass. This is different.

Oh, no! I have the post-sex feels!

Emma and Lynn told me about this.

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