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Seconds later, he swept his arm around my waist, gently guiding me to the rug. He planted his hands on either side of me, lifting a single eyebrow, the shadow of the two-day scruffy beard giving me another wave of tingles.

He lifted one hand, pointing his index finger down at me. “Be a good girl. Or else.”

“Being good is highly overrated.”

The twinkle remaining in his eyes, he straddled my legs, peeling away the dense fabric of my jeans, slowly crawling backward as he dragged the jeans and my thong past my hips.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, nor did I want to blink and miss a single moment of feeling free, floating on a cloud of air. He took his sweet time tugging them down to my calves, daring to tease me some more by leaning over and licking one thigh then the other.

“You’re such an incorrigible man.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Mmm…” I shuddered audibly, my heart thudding when he bent my knees, lifting and spreading them wide open.

“Now, I feast.”

CHAPTER 18

Jessie

The way he said the three little words made me blush, more embarrassed than I’d been before. I covered my face with my arm, struggling to keep from whimpering like some scared little kid.

When he blew across my swollen folds, bringing his hot breath up to my clit beseechingly slowly, I was thrown by the tingling vibrations dancing down my spine. He hadn’t done anything really yet and I was electrified like a live wire.

I closed my eyes, trying to control my ragged breathing, failing rapidly the moment he flicked his tongue back and forth across my clit. Every sound he made kept me on a beautiful precipice, every swipe of his tongue driving me closer to nirvana. I realized I was pointing my toes, gasping from the pressure he used pushing my knees to the softness of the rug.

I’d never felt so wide open, exposed for a man I barely knew. But the mortal sin made me happy.

“Mmm… You taste divine,” he murmured before dragging his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. He took his time, his tongue doing amazing things to my body. I floated in and out of nirvana until he thrust two fingers inside my tight channel.

Jerking up, I had to slap my hand across my mouth to keep from screaming. The electric sensations continued to intensify as he added a third and fourth finger, finally driving his tongue in beside his long digits.

Within seconds, there was nothing I could do, an orgasm shooting up from my toes to my legs, erupting deep inside my pussy. I kept my hand pressed over my mouth as he growled, tossing his head back and forth as he made good on his promise of feasting on me. A single climax wasn’t enough, the wave tearing through me stealing my mind, my breath, and quite possibly my soul.

Only when I started to come down from the rafters did he allow his succulent lips to drift to my inner thigh, biting down on my tender flesh. The effect was tremendous, keeping me lightheaded.

“What now, city slicker?” I allowed my gaze to fall just as slowly as he’d done with me to his chest then down further, brushing the tip of my tongue around my lips in appreciation.

He laughed softly from my question, easing back onto his haunches. “I like the way you look at me.”

“What way is that?”

The way he tore his shirt over his head forced another tiny whimper from my lips. He was a stunning man in all aspects, his six-pack abs perfectly carved. I hadn’t been given a chance to really drink him in before. Now my mind was spinning at just how someone could be so good looking.

“As if you never want to look at anything else.”

“Why should I bother?”

There was something boyish about him, although he was all of a perfect male specimen. While he was easily in his mid-thirties, when he grinned, he appeared like a teenager. I was given a special show as he rose to his feet, standing over me like a god, every move methodical as he unfastened his belt, slowly tugging until the thick leather was finally free. As he stretched, my mouth watered all over again, his slow movements showing off his rippling abs and perfect biceps. The man was positively delicious, and I was very, very hungry.

“It’s that look,” he growled almost in a Neanderthal way, another promise made to eat me alive. It was as if he was promising me something wild and wicked, a moment of pure sin and filth for one fabulous, long night.

With another sly smirk on his face, he eased it down next to me before unfastening his jeans, taking far too much time sliding the material over his carved hips.

My mouth watered from the sight of seeing his cock fully extended and so thick I couldn’t believe it had fit into my tight channel before. And I was more than eager to try again. I kept my knees bent, pressing my legs together as my pussy continued to throb. I couldn’t help myself, brushing the tips of my fingers around one nipple then the other, all the while giving him the kind of look that I could tell was driving him crazy.

He wagged his finger at me, widening his grin before struggling to remove his jeans and underwear.

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