Latte Darling: Book Two of The Darling Series

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I’m dead.

I’ve literally died and gone to what-kink-is-this heaven.

Watching Axel suck on his own fingers, knowing it’s my pussy that he’s tasting… The mix of emotions that I’m feeling is almost enough to dull the throbbing between my thighs.

Sitting stunned, we both stay quiet for the last few minutes of the drive. My pulse skittering all over the place as I think of what’s about to happen.

When Axel turns down my street, I realize he must have memorized the way from the last time because I haven’t helped him with directions at all.

I reach down and start to zip up my pants.

“Don’t.”

That one word halts me, and I comply.

Slowing, Axel turns his car into my short driveway.

I wait for him to put it in park before I undo my seatbelt and open my door.

“Wait for me.”

Why I keep listening to these commands, I don’t know. But I want to listen. Something about doing what he says feels good. It’s nice to just listen. To not think.

Axel doesn’t make me wait long, his strides circling the car in seconds.

I let him help me out of the car and as we walk up to my sidewalk, I notice that he keeps himself between me and my neighbor’s windows. Which must be why he was okay with me keeping my pants open.

Fumbling with my bag, I find my keys and don’t put up any fight when Axel takes them from my hand to unlock my door.