Page 45 of Captivated

“I got it,” she whispered.

“Now, this,” he said, his words a thick murmur that heated her skin as his thumb suddenly dragged through the lips of her pussy, “this is beautiful, my girl. And it needs to be loved like it is, too. Sucked, and licked, and petted, and fucked until it’s sedated and pleased.”

Liliana tipped her head back, and couldn’t even try to hide the moan that escaped. “Jesus.”

“And what does it like the most, huh?”

“All of it. All of that sounds—”

“Good enough.”

His words were the only warning she got before his mouth was on her sex. First, his tongue was tunneling into her pussy, and it was his rumbling groan when he first got a taste of her that damn near made her come just like that. It was shocking to Liliana how nothing more than a touch from this man put her on edge just like that. His thumb toyed teasing circles around the hood of her clit, making her thighs shake, as she grinded her pussy into Joe’s mouth to get more of his mouth on her.

“Oh, my God,” she gasped.

One of her hands fisted into his hair, and the other grabbed hard to the cushion behind her. She needed something—anything—to stabilize herself from the onslaught of sensations coursing through her system.

Without a word, he switched his target. His tongue started assaulting her clit in the best way while his thumb slipped into her pussy. Nothing more than just his thumb massaging her G-spot like he had no problem at all finding it, and his tongue flicking a hard, fast beat against her clit.

The orgasm came on swift.

So fast.

Wrecking her.

She felt the loss of him between her thighs, but the orgasm was still overtaking her senses enough that by the time she could see properly again, Joe had wrapped his cock in latex, and was reaching for her. His hands locked around her wrists, and he yanked her up from the couch.

“Trust me?” he asked.

She nodded when he bent her over the arm of the couch, and put her ass high. A hand snapped against her backside, leaving a beautiful sting behind that shot straight to her pussy. She knew her mistake instantly.

Listen.

And speak.

“Yes,” Liliana said, glancing over her shoulder at him, “I trust you.”

“Good—it’s always better when you take something away.”

“What?”

“A sense, say. Take one away, and everything focuses in to make up for what you lost. There’s only so much I can remove—how about your sight?”

Liliana blinked.

Her throat tightened.

Joe waited her out, and his hand smoothed gentle, repeated circles with his palm against her ass. He was asking for a lot—asking to remove some form of control from her in a situation that could end badly, and she would have no say at all.

Still, she did trust him.

Some part of her did, anyway.

“Sight it is,” Liliana whispered.

Joe grinned. “There she is.”

“Who is this she, Joe?”