Page 126 of Lethal Obsession

I slide one finger between my lips, then, seeing the way his eye flares, add another and lathe them with my tongue, staring directly at him.

His mouth twists. “Dangerous, angel.” He nods at the camera. “But you’re not sucking my cock now, Ofelia. This is about you and those gorgeous fucking tits. We both know you can come just by touching them.”

Oh, sweet lord. Just hearing those words makes me so wet that it’s a good thing the snuggle cover is washable.

“Slide your fingers either side of your nipples. Make them wet.” His voice is low and controlled now, and so devastatingly hot I can hardly stand it. “That’s it, angel. Now slide your thumbs over the top. Make them hard.”

“Oh,” I moan, my eyes closing as I do what he says.

“Spread your legs.”

Helpless to disobey, I uncurl my legs and slowly widen my knees.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, his eye locked to the damp silk.

Pure lust stabs savagely between my legs.

“If I was there, I’d have my knee pushing against that gorgeous pussy and my mouth all over you.” His voice is low and remorseless. “I’d take your nipples one at a time, the way you like it. Close my lips over them and roll them under my tongue until you were arching up and begging for more.”

“Ah.”

“Your nipples get as hard as my cock, angel. I’d push them together so I can move between them until you’re pulling at my hair and begging me to fuck you.”

“Oh,” I gasp. “Oh, God.” My body ripples on the chair, my hands pushing my breasts toward the camera and his delicious mouth.

“Open your eyes, Ofelia.”

My eyes fly open to find him staring right at me, his eye burning into my own.

“You don’t get to come yet.” His smile twists with dark intent. “Take your knickers off.”

I slide my hands down my body, relishing the narrowing of his eye as he follows them. I stand up on shaking legs, then, seized by a dangerous impulse, turn my back to the camera.

“What—” he begins, then stops abruptly as I slip my thumbs beneath the cami bottoms and bend at the waist.

I ease the silk over the cheeks of my ass, inch by inch, my hands shaking as I try to retain control. I can’t stifle a gasp when the air hits the bare, aching heat of my core. I drop the shorts to the floor and lean forward, more to brace myself against the chair than in any deliberate effort to arouse him. But going by his sharp intake of breath, I’ve done that anyway.

“Christ.” His voice has dropped into a hard rasp that sends heat flooding between my legs. “You have the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen in my life, angel. You’re dripping wet, did you know that?”

I moan quietly, arching my back and spreading my shaking knees wider, the thought of him staring at me turning me on more than I ever imagined possible.

“You need my mouth on you. My tongue on your swollen clit. If I covered you right now, you’d explode, wouldn’t you, angel?”

“Uh-huh.” I nod, barely able to breathe, let alone speak.

“Turn around.”

Helpless to resist, I do as he says.

Oh, fuck.

His cock is rearing up against his belly, hard as an iron bar. I stare at it, mouth open, literally watering to take him.

“Sit back in the chair and spread your legs. Knees up.” His voice has taken on a fierce edge, commands that don’t tolerate refusal. I almost fall back into the chair, sighing as I draw my heels up to the edge, my eyes locked on his pulsing dick.

“One hand on your tits,” he growls. “I want to see the other between your legs.”

Too far gone to refuse, I do as he says.