Page 80 of Her Wicked Plan

“I’m sorry.” Why can’t I stop apologizing? “It feels too good.”

“How long has it been?” He adds a second finger, slowly pumping them in and out. “How long has it been since someone has made you come?”

“Too long,” my answer is full of desperation. He shoves his fingers further inside, curling them and hitting that spot repeatedly.

Without thinking, and because I need his mouth on me again, my hand tangles itself into his dark hair and pulls him forward until his lips meet my clit.

It’s short-lived because Leo is ripping my hand out of his hair and detaches himself from me. A cry leaves me at the loss of touch, but shivers flood my body when my eyes meet his. Darkness consumes him. He’s pissed.

“Eager are we?”

“Our session is only for a certain amount of time. Just trying to get to as much in as we can.”

“That doesn’t mean you can take control, Veronica.” He hisses and backs away from me.

A pit in my stomach forms when he stands up, thinking he will end this right now, but he doesn’t when he grips my arm to force me to stand up.

He quickly places me at the edge of his desk, and then his hand positions itself between my shoulder blades, firmly shoving me down.

“Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t. I promise.” My body trembles as his hand trails down my back and over my ass.

A loud slap sounds through the room. Let’s hope that no one is out in the hall to hear that. This man may seem like a saint in his day-to-day life, but behind closed doors, he sins like the devil.

I can see Leo standing behind me while my temple rests against the desk surface, but suddenly, he disappears, dropping to his knees, and wastes no time attaching his mouth to me.

I feel his tongue glide over my clit, then drag upwards until he is pushing his tongue inside me.

The warmth of his tongue flicking up and down inside sends a shock of waves through my body. His thumbs dig deep into my skin, spreading me further apart like he can’t get enough of me.

I groan in frustration when he removes himself again, but that frustration gets replaced by pleasure when he slides two fingers in and pumps them violently.

“You taste so damn good, Vee,” he tells me before pressing his lips to the back of my leg.

“Shit,” I curse as he pushes in deeper. I clasp my hand over my mouth again to keep the moans from spilling. He’s pushing me to the edge, and I will gladly fall right over it.

“You gonna come for me?” His teeth bite into my skin; the pain only intensifies the pleasure.

“Mhm,” the answer is muffled between my hands.

Leo continues his pace, and my legs shake. With one more push, I hit my orgasm so hard that my eyes screw shut while curses and moans hit my hand. He slows his fingers down, letting me ride out my high, but then he takes them out.

His tongue glide across me, licking up every bit of my arousal, not wanting any of it to go to waste. He hums as he devours me; if he keeps going, I will come again. I wouldn’t be mad about that.

But he stops, standing behind me. My eyes follow him as best as they can until he positions his fingers before my mouth.

“Clean them off for me,” he orders.

Removing my hand from my face, I part my lips, allowing him to plunge the two fingers I just came all over into my mouth. Wrapping my swollen lips around him, my eyes close, savoring the taste of myself.

“See how good you taste? You’re gonna have me addicted.”

Good. That’s the plan.

I can't believe I’m actually able to think about that right now.

With the angle that it is at, I can feel his dick pressing against my pussy. Feeling him like this makes me want him inside of me desperately. “Leo, fuck me, please.”