Free Viper's Kiss by London Casey, Karolyn James Page A

battle. And this was a battle worth losing. Because the
war was greater … and that
too was worth fucking losing. His hands moved down her body, staying over her
hoodie. He felt the mounds of her breasts over her hoodie and kept going. There
was one thing he wanted and wanted it right now.
    Blaine wanted to taste Jessa.
    His thirst was as great as his
addiction. Her honey was going to save his goddamn life in this moment.
    The tip of his tongue sliced across
her throat like a knife. He was slicing open all her desires. Every little hint
of flirt and fantasy was going to happen. There was no stopping it now. Jessa
had pushed too far and Blaine was not going to end up in the shower, alone,
stroking his own dick again.
    He broke his normal protocol of one
kiss on the mouth per fuck and moved back up her neck. He touched her lips
again and needed more. Blaine didn ’ t
do the fucking stupid make out shit. There were better parts of a woman to kiss.
But he couldn ’ t stop
kissing Jessa. The feel of her little tongue flickering back at his. She had
some guts, that was for sure. She was going to give it up but it wouldn ’ t be easy.
    And, yeah, they were going to
regret everything tomorrow. But that was okay because they still had tonight.
Nobody promised tomorrow, so why fucking worry about it?
    Jessa flicked her tongue to the
corner of Blaine ’ s mouth
where she had hit him.
    “ Fuck,
sorry, ” she whispered.
    Her breath was magic and whiskey
combined. Her lips were already red and pouty from kissing Blaine so hard. He
knew she had been untouched for a long time. Like a delicate flower. And Blaine
was going to find her nectar, steal it all, and bring her back to life.
    “ Who
cares? ” Blaine said. “ I deserved it. ”
    “ Yeah,
you did. I still fucking hate you. ”
    “ I
know. I hate me too, sweetheart. ”
    Blaine kissed her mouth again and
his hands went right to work. He unbuttoned her jeans and wasted no time in
sliding her jeans and panties down. His hands slid along those curvy hips of
hers. Jessa groaned and jumped when his fingers cut to the inside of her
thighs. He felt the heat pouring from her.
    That ’ s
when he broke the kiss and dropped down. His nose rubbed against her clothes,
inhaling the smell of her hoodie. He then felt the warmth and smoothness of her
lower belly. That gave way to more smooth skin. His nose picked up the scent of
her body. That beautiful desire he craved so much.
    His hands moved back around and
gripped her waist tight.
    He kissed her soft mound. His
tongue came forward, slipping between her legs, curling, bringing her body to
life. Jessa groaned and thrust at him. She opened her legs for him. Blaine
watched as her sweet petals deflowered themselves right before his eyes. The
beautiful wetness clinging to her folds.
    Blaine growled under his breath and
then went in for the kill.
    Soft and sweet was not a card he
knew how to play.
    His mouth suckled hard to Jessa ’ s sex, demanding all her sweet
honey into his mouth. She moved to her toes, grabbed his head, and let out a
scream. His tongue came forward and pressed against her tight pussy. Swirling
with tiny circles, he opened her, thrusting his tongue into her body, feeling
her clenching against him. She was soft, welcoming, and so damn tight.
    Blaine pulled away for a second,
just to let out a breath. There was a split second of hesitation, something
that never happened with him. Not even in the wildest and sickest situations
ever would he hesitate. Blaine always went balls in … literally.
    His mouth touched Jessa ’ s pussy again, his lips savoring
hers. His tongue curled again, his tongue tugging at her clit. Her little nub
was hard. He sucked there for a few seconds and Jessa lost her balance. Her
knees bent with a fresh gush of wetness. Her hands slapped against the wall and
she yelled again.
    Christ, she ’ s already starting to
come.
    Blaine slid his hands around to her
ass and lifted. Her legs flipped over his