Page 12 of Mr. Wicked


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“You’re like heaven.”

As if she were inside my head, hearing my thoughts, she bent her knees, rolling her toes around the edge of the counter to give me an even better angle to look at her.

“And Grayson, it’s all yours.”

I wanted it.

I wanted her wetness on my face.

I wanted her clit brushing my lips.

And, goddamn it, I couldn’t wait another second.

I gripped the insides of her thighs and dipped my face in between her legs. But before I gave her my tongue, I pressed my nose to the top of her clit, closing my eyes as I breathed her in.

The scent of lavender had made its way down here.

But there was something else.

A sweetness.

And, fuck me, that was where the vanilla came in.

This woman didn’t just look like a dream—she smelled like one too.

And now that I’d begun to lick, I knew she also tasted like one.

“Grayson!” She slipped her hand through my hair and pulled the strands. “Oh! Yes!”

I’d planned on stopping after a few licks.

This was just an appetizer, a way to satisfy my need, my craving to know how she smelled, to make sure she was extra wet and ready for me.

But now that I was here, I couldn’t get enough.

I needed to hear her scream.

So I licked until I made that happen.

Her clit hardened, her wetness thickened, and I flicked my tongue as fast as I could against that sensitive spot, earning the sound I wanted to hear, and it was just as hot and seductive as I expected.

“Grayson, oh my God!”

I thought her scent was perfection.

Her body.

But watching Jovana come was a sight I couldn’t even describe.

A sight more beautiful than words.

As the orgasm rattled her body, her stomach shuddered, her legs crowded my face, her nails stabbed the top of my head.

“Yesss!” She sucked in some air. “Fuck!”

I didn’t pause.

I didn’t even slow.

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