The second time ignited like a spark on dry tinder.
Sierra's body moved first, restless and slick with their mingled release, hips rolling slow and deliberate against his thigh.
The wet heat of her pussy dragged along his skin, leaving glistening trails of her arousal and his come, the scent rising thick between them—salt-sweet musk, raw sex, and the faint jasmine still clinging to her skin.
A low, needy sound vibrated in her throat; his cock answered instantly, thickening heavy against her hip, the broad crown already weeping fresh precome that smeared hot across her flesh.
Phei's eyes flashed dark. "Again, princess?"
She didn't speak. She dragged him down into a bruising kiss—lips crashing, tongue plunging deep, teeth scraping his lower lip until he growled into her mouth.
Her nipples, still swollen and sensitive, rubbed hard against his chest; the friction drew a sharp gasp from her that he swallowed greedily.
