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He pushes my legs wider with brutal strength, holding me down, dominating me easily. And then his tongue licks into me, circling my clit slowly. He growls something that sounds like “Mmmm. Fucking yum. Mine.”
Nothing has ever felt so good. I moan, the sound echoing in the room one I hardly recognize.
Elias laughs softly, sucking my clit into his mouth, feasting with hungry, messy adoration. His rough, careful fingers are insanely intimate, sliding through the moisture. Opening me. Touching me like I’ve never been touched.
His hot mouth closes around my pulsing nub. He sucks on me as his fingers curl and slide. The pulls of his mouth and his fingers work together. The pleasure peaks and holds, searing my senses with such an ecstatic overload that I cry his name. Pleading. Digging my fingernails into his skin. The shimmering peak fragments, pleasure and heat surging lushly through my body and soul. I can feel my pussy clenching tightly, spasming and squeezing as he feeds on me.
It lasts a long time. My body goes limp as Elias kisses and licks my pussy, until another deeply pleasurable wave washes through me.
When the bliss slows and I start to return to myself, I feel like a different person.
A very crazy person. Who has just broken, smashed and trampled Rule Number One.
Holy hell, Zara. You just let a football player give you your first orgasm. Not just any football player. The best one. The only one.
And it’s still happening.
The clenching rush goes on and on.
When I finally come down from all that, Elias rolls onto his side and props up his head with a bent elbow. His mouth is wet with moisture and he looks so smug I can’t help but gaze back at him.
“Well, it’s official,” he comments lazily.
I almost don’t want to ask. “What’s official?”
“I’m addicted, obsessed and completely lovestruck.”
This is not good. This is very, very bad. There are so many things wrong with what we’ve just done. Including how fast it all happened. How fast it’s still happening.
If it’s so wrong, why does it feel so damn good?
I notice then that, somewhere along the line, he unbuttoned his jeans.
Oh.
My.
God.
I mean, no wonder he had to unleash it. It looks downright painful. Hot and engorged and sort of…insanely big and hard. The hormone-crazed female in me is shocked and also downright beguiled.
So the star quarterback is killing it in every conceivable category. His cock is so big it’s sticking thickly out of his jeans, laying at attention halfway up his washboard abs.
I mean, I’m not that naïve. My sister has filled me in on most of the information a girl needs to know. In detail. But nothing really prepares you for the real thing.
The round head is glistening with a slick of wetness.
I really want to taste him.
Hell, I’ve already broken a long list of rules. I might as well be thorough about it, since I’m this far into it. Besides, no craving in my life has ever prepared me for what I’m feeling now. Biology is some powerful shit.
I don’t just want to taste him, I need to. Like the future of humankind depends on it. I guess that’s why we’re wired the way we are, who knows. I’m hardly going to analyze human sexuality 101 right now. I’m busy.
Elias kisses me and it’s the most outrageous thing, to taste myself on his lips.
I’m shy but hungry. Once you get a taste of hot alpha male, it’s hard to control yourself, go figure. “Can I kiss you?” I whisper.
His blue eyes get dark and he kisses me again before he lays back to let me look at him. And explore him. Giving me full access to bad-girl heaven. “I’m all yours, dirty girl. Kiss me. Taste me. Put that sweet mouth on me. Don’t be scared of me.”
