I pull her thighs over my shoulders and plunge my face between her legs. When my tongue touches her clean skin for the first time, my eyes roll back into my head.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
It tastes like salt, heat, and her natural skin.
Fuck, it is so goddamned good.
I try to breathe entirely through my nose while I lick, getting the absolute most of her delicious taste. I swirl my tongue over her clit like it’s an ice cream cone before fucking her pussy with my tongue. I suck on her inner labia, pulling it into my mouth. I want to make her squirt like I heard some women can. I want to be the man who gives her maximum pleasure.
I drive two fingers deep inside her while my mouth devours her, pressing my other hand against her lower tummy. I may have read a‘how to eat pussy’guide or two before this, as I have never done it before. I want it to be good for her too.
Maya thrashes against the pillows, her fingers knotting in my hair as she tries to push me away.
“Graham, stop! Please! I don’t think I can hold it!”
Truly, the psychotic monster in my chest doesn’t give a single fuck if it’s pee or a squirt. I am so entirely obsessed with her that I wouldn’t mind if she pissed into my mouth.
But when she starts sobbing, my protective instinct sparks. The instincts that only appear with her.
I want her to enjoy it.
Not hate it.
I remove my hand from her lower tummy, caressing her hair instead. I focus on her clit, sucking, biting gently, and even pulling it between my lips. Maya lets out a wail as she orgasms. She shakes uncontrollably beneath my mouth. I can’t help but suck up every single drop of her juices as she comes.
Delicious.
A delicacy.
When I finally pull back, my beard is soaked with her juices.
Emotion swells in my chest until it aches. I can’t seem to hold all of it. I draw her into my arms and against my chest. Holding her tightly, I kiss her tear-streaked cheek and whispergentle comforts into her hair, wanting nothing more than to make her feel safe.
Just like I enjoy breaking her in bed, I enjoy putting her back together afterward. And doing it again, and again, and again until she’s addicted to me.
Just like I’m addicted to her.
16
Maya
Ican’t fall in love with my sister’s husband.
Or her ex-husband. I don’t even know what his legal status is with Valeria anymore.
Either way, I cannot fall in love with Graham. I keep repeating that over and over in my head after waking up in his massive bed—the morning after he practically sucked my soul straight out through my pussy.
He presses a kiss to the side of my face. He looks at me like I am the sun, like the entire solar system revolves around my existence. It is a terrifyingly dangerous drug for a woman who has been made to feel like less than nothing her entire life.
This man is trying to isolate me from every single person in my world.
And it appears he has completely succeeded.
He ensured I got fired from all my jobs so I would have absolutely nothing left but him. He married my sister just to force himself into my orbit. Then he threw her into a psych ward.
And now, I am lying bare in his bed.
“When did you start…” I trail off, the question burning my throat until I can’t stop myself from asking. I swallow hard, looking into his bottomless eyes.“When did you start getting obsessed with me, Graham?”
