Jardel (Hidden Desires, #1)

by A.H. Cunningham

She cut her heated gaze away from Deacon and gifted me with one of those wide grins that activated the demon in me.

"Quite frankly, it’s a little hot to know you find women sexy but come inside me every night," she'd teased back then, and for three days I didn’t leave her apartment, balls deep in her in ways I'd never been with anyone before—so

Then he started talking to me, and everything he said was smart, deep, and right up my alley, the one that connected from my brain making a pit stop in my heart to end right in the deep waters of my pussy.

But the heart is a treacherous organ that doesn't care about logic and reason, and every time I saw him or heard his voice, it accelerated its pace to remind me who its owner was.

the way he made me feel like I was the only person in the universe when we were together; how his eyes warmed to molten chocolate when he saw me naked or clothed, it didn't matter; on the way I felt home every time I rested my head on his chest right before falling asleep.

What he’d been doing before was just the appetizer; this was the entrée, dessert, and breakfast the next day, and I took it all like the good girl I was. "You're so greedy; you really like dick, don't you?" he said with a growl in my ear.

I’ve tried to start these conversations in the past, but you don’t wanna listen.” “Yeah, you have, but you never said they were this important.” Lord, preserve me from obtuse men.

I recognized I had walked away from my soulmate, but he wasn’t ready for

I gotta push forward. Solange was that for me. Why would I bring all my baggage to the table?” “‘Cause you trust her to understand?” Juan stared at me as if I was dense.

"Bebê, I don't care that you wanted to fuck several men. I care that I didn't know you wanted this."

"I'm saying your nuts are mine, and only I get to decide who gives them to you." "Bendito." She shuddered, and I was on her.

"Take this shit off, or I’ll rip it off as well,” I warned her, and she immediately stripped it off.

I wasn't going to last long with the pressure she applied just being her, and I wasn't ashamed of it.

"Every man that wants a taste of you needs to ask me first, and only I will allow them to worship at your feet. I'll make sure they come correct." "Oh yes, yes, whatever you say."

"I've missed you too, but you're so fucking stubborn." "You're right, but I'm yours. And I want to show you how ready I am for us to be together again. For us to marry."

If I'd followed this gut Dr. Alston talked about, I’d have gone caveman on Solange's ass, slinging her over my shoulder and locking her in my house until she relented.

"Nah, you're playing games with me because you know you have my heart; you know this. You admitted it on Monday during our session, but you want it all, don't you? So greedy," I chastised her, clamping my hand on her neck, and she whimpered.

"What do you need, more dick? Because I have plenty, and I can also get other men to worship you."

"I know what you want. You want my soul bared. My secrets spilled, my every thought." "Not…not your every thought…but some…"

I could only stand there knowing she wanted more than I could give, and I had to figure out shit fast.

His heat seeped into my summer dress, causing my own heat to rise between my legs, and I felt the stirrings of his interest against me. And damn, his interest was vast.

“So fucking good, Bebê. You know how long I wanted to have you like this? On our table surrounded by my friends?”

“Forget that, they might not care, but I do. If we made you uncomfortable, I need to know ‘cause I don’t want to do that shit ever again,” Deacon protested.

“There’s a joke here about how soft she makes you, but I won’t make it because it’s always been a good look on you. And lately, you’ve been leaning into it. I approve.” “That’s what I’ve been working on all along, your approval,” I deadpanned

Her moans of pleasure as she indulged in one of her fantasies. The slap of her ass as she undulated on top of his dick, taking her pleasure like a good vixen. Fuck, I needed to see them.

When I thought arousal had me in its complete thrall, Solange gave Juan a sweet kiss. “Thanks for that, Juan. And you, Bebê.” She looked right at the camera lens, and I exploded in my hand.

And keeping it 100% with myself, I needed to reclaim her. I needed her to scream my name while my dick throbbed inside of her until we both were hoarse with pleasure.

her responsiveness waking my dick up, not that it needed much help. I'd been sporting a semi since the video call, my erection refusing to fully rest until I was inside of her again.

"You like how your side nigga played with your pussy?" "Oh my... Bendito, just fuck me. Stop playing with me!" "Nah, I need you to tell me, did you enjoy wetting Juan's hand? Sliding your fist up and down his dick?"

enough pressure to mark her for days to come.

"I did, and I will every time I reclaim you."

He whispered in my ear that you had told him he could get a little taste and fuck if that wasn't what flooded my underwear.

"And fuck, he was right. Juan is really good with his fingers. Like I came twice on his hand, once for him and the second one for you. The one you saw."

"Oh, and I loved, loved stroking his d—ahhhh!" I plunged inside of her in one slick thrust. “Oh fuck!" I groaned at the same time as Solange's breathy moan.

this felt too damn good. This was premium two-minutes-tops pussy, and no concentration or experience in the world would stop me from coming fast.

was losing it, the right flow transforming into uninhibited rams inside of her. Solange slid all the way down to the bed trying to run, but that shit wouldn't work. I followed her, not breaking my stride until she was lying fully on the bed.

"Nah, don't go anywhere. This is for you, so you remember that even though you can fuck the others, it will never be as right as it is with me."

"Ohhh, no, never. ‘Cause I love you. Only you." "Damn right you do, and I love you too. Only you. Now spread for me, bebê.”

It made sense to me—I can give the woman I love a lot, but if I can’t give you everything, why wouldn’t I ensure you get more?"

I couldn't fully quiet the question I wanted to ask Solange. Would she always be here? Would she promise to never leave?

thin gray t-shirt that molded his sculpted body, basketball shorts riding a bit low, socks, and slides. The man truly came dressed to chill in this indecent attire.

Oh, and you got the green light, Bebê. Have a good time with the homie. Cascades. That’s what I felt between my legs after reading the text. Cascades because did my man just give me the green light to fuck his homie?

“You should ask me that question when we’re done and you have coated my dick with your goodness.”

I wasn’t a size queen and didn’t need all of that for a good time. I liked my private parts intact, thank you.

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When he patted his hand between my legs and then traced the shape of my pussy against the fabric, my breath whooshed out of my lungs, and I moaned in pleasure.

Racking my brain for how to get this party started properly, I undulated my ass against his rigid length, keeping tight circles of my hips, generating a sweet friction that made him flex in his basketball shorts. “Fuck, you don’t play fair,” he groaned.

Dale. Yo te voy a dar más. Hasta que no puedas más,”

“Come, let me taste it a little.”

But what Deacon brought to the table was hunger and enthusiasm. He attacked me, making indecent love to my pussy with his tongue, his teeth, and his mouth.

"Fuuuh, I... Ah, I'm about to come, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" His only response was to growl, sucking what he could of my lips and clit into his mouth, giving it a sloppy kiss that catapulted me over and beyond my climax.