Page 68 of Her Wicked Plan

I repeat the motion of my fingers underneath the fabric before finally pulling them down her legs. She watches me intently as the soft material at her ankles.

Taking one leg out, my eyes drift until they settle between her legs. A wet spot is prominent against the white cotton fabric.

“Wet for me already.” I kiss her ankle. “What a needy girl you are.”

“Leo, please.” The sound of her begging is music to my ears.

“Please, what?” I move up her leg. “What do you need? Hmm?”

“Your mouth.” She whines.

“And what should I do with my mouth?” I continue to tease her as I tediously make my way up her legs, stopping right in front of that wet spot. Hovering my mouth over it, I blow cool air against her. “Do you want my mouth here?”

Veronica pops onto her elbows, her eyes crazed and heated to the extent that her stare could melt ice. Her head nods frantically in response.

“You’re going to have to be a bit more clear,” I state and press a kiss to her aching clit. “Use those words, Vee.”

“Leo!” The slight touch makes her hand fly out and grip my hair to pull me closer, but I’m faster.

Bringing my hand up, I wrap my fingers around her tiny wrist and pin it to the desk before she can even dig her hand into my hair. Standing straight, I lean over her, and my other hand grips her face. Those pretty lips puff out as my fingertips stab into her cheeks.

“You think you can just take what you want? Without asking for permission?” I say through gritted teeth. Her head jerks backwards from me shoving it down. “That’s not what good girls do, little angel. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

She nods her head in my hand. “Yes, sir.”

I lower myself even more, the tips of our noses touching. “Then fucking ask for what you want.”

She swallows hard, eyes darting between mine before she admits defeat. “Please, Leo. I want your mouth on me.”

“That’s more like it.” I release her face. Veronica’s elbows give out, and she falls onto her back. “It wasn’t that hard, now was it?”

A beautiful, panting mess is sprawled out on the desk before me. Appearing like a feast laid out for a king and I will enjoy my meal. I won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

Resuming what I was about to do but not wasting any time, I clutch her underwear between my fingers and rip it right down the middle.

A gasp falls from Veronica, which makes me laugh silently. With easy removal, I ball up the small fabric and keep it in my hand.

Immediately, my eyes fall to the perfection between her legs. I’ve been with many girls, but none have reacted to me like this. It’s a mesmerizing sight, and I never want to look away.

Knowing I made her this way without doing much turns me on even more than I already was.

When I decide I can’t take it anymore, I bend over and glide my tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Her taste has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. She is the best thing I have ever eaten in my life.

Sweet.

My new favorite dessert.

I attach my lips around her sensitive clit, and I can’t help the moan that comes from me. It vibrates against her, and she moans a little too loud for my liking. Detaching myself, she whimpers at the loss of contact.

“That won’t do.” I shake my head. “We will have to keep you quiet.” Her body is shaking with anticipation, and her legs tremble at the thought of what will happen. Feeling her underwear in my hands, I smirk. “Open wide, little angel.”

Her eyes round with shock as I hold up the fabric in my hand, and she opens her mouth willingly. I’m not gentle when I push the material in, and as soon as it’s in there and not going anywhere, I drop back down and return to my feast.

The gag works; her moans and cries are soft while I suck eagerly on her clit. She’s growing wetter by the second, and I’m not letting any of that go to waste. I lower my mouth, piercing my tongue inside of her to gather up her arousal.

If this were the only thing I could eat for the rest of my life, I’d be fine with it. If I was on death row and they asked me what I would want as my last meal, I would tell them this.

Veronica Rollins, lying in front of me with her legs spread wide open.