Dix placed an open-mouthed kiss right at the entrance to her channel, took one last lick at her sensitized skin, and looked up at her. His smile was so wicked, she began to get turned on all over again.
"You have the best cunt I've ever tasted," he rasped. "Sweet and tart and spicy all at the same time. It's like mixing chocolate candy with a margarita."
Peyton couldn't help it. Even as she lay trembling and weak, she burst out laughing. "Is that some kind of recipe?"
"I think it's a unique one." He studied her face, eyes glittering. "Maybe I should call it the Peyton Cocktail. Only I couldn't put it on any bar menu because I'd have to kill anyone who tried to order it."
Her laugh was breathy and unsteady. "O-okay." She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "That was...incredible."
He gave a rough chuckle. "Only incredible? I think I'll have to do better."
If he did any better, Peyton was sure she would die from it.