Chapter 142

Cole kept good on his promise— and worshiped her, he did. Taking his sweet time kissing every inch of her body, caressing her, sucking, and biting her tight nipples, making her gasp and arch up, pushing her breast up, requesting further contact, silently telling him what she needs and he obeyed. Cole was paying attention to her every movement, her every sound. Shayla shudders when he licks her mound sluggishly, circling the tip of his tongue; using his fingers, he spreads her cleft, revealing her clit, and circles the tip of his tongue over it lightly. Shayla quakes, curling her fingers in his hair. “Ohhhh baby, I love it when you do that.” She moans breathily while rocking her hips slowly. Cole continues to glide his tongue lightly over her clit, loving every second of watching the muscles in her stomach convulse with every flick of his tongue. “Uhhhh yes…” Shayla whimpers when he sucks her hard and slides a finger deep inside her, stroking her g-spot, bringing her close to that sw