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“Kiss me,” I breathed.
“Is that what you want?” he rumbled. “To be kissed?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “You won the game. So it’s whatever you want.”
His hands caressed the sides of my hips, then latched on. “I do want to kiss you.”
Before I knew what was happening, he was lifting me into the air. But not into his arms—he was planting my ass on the pool table.
“I do want to kiss you,” he repeated, “but I didn’t saywhere.”
His fingers slid underneath my dress and danced up my thighs, then pulled my panties off. He lowered his face to my skin and kissed me on the knee, then on the inside of my thigh. The bristles of his beard tickled my skin as he caressed me with his lips, planting a trail of kisses up one leg and then down the other.
Donovan loomed over me for a moment, his steel-grey eyes admiring me. Taking in the view. I bit my lip and tingled with anticipation as his eyes raked over me.
He dove between my legs, burying his face in my sex. I gasped as his tongue slid up my slit, over my clit, then down again slowly. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me firmly in place.
“You won the game,” I exhaled as he ate me out. “I’m supposed to do whateveryouwant.”
He paused to leer up at me. “Thisiswhat I want. I want to taste every inch of you.”
I arched my back on the pool table as he dove back into me. His tongue moved faster, sliding deeper into my pussy this time. His nose pressed firmly against my clit while he buried his tongue deep inside, caressing my inner walls like he was painting every surface. Donovan moaned into me as he did so, a vibrating sound that crankedeverythingup a notch in my body, and I grabbed a handful of his thick hair and held him against me because I never wanted him to stop.
This was what I’ve been waiting for, I realized as he worshipped me with his tongue.This is what I’ve wanted.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling.
23
Donovan
The Day I Made Her Squirm
I loved going down on Molly.
The way she felt, her skin soft and supple beneath my grip. The pitiful little gasps she made as I kissed up her thigh, then circled her clit with my tongue. She had the sexiest little patch of hair above her pussy, which I eagerly buried my nose into while jamming my tongue into her pink folds.
And the way she squirmed on the pool table, bucking a little bit like I was giving her everything she wanted?
It was the reaction I’d been dying to see.
I breathed deeply while going down on her, inhaling her womanly scent. Fuck, she smelled amazing. I made my tongue as rigid as possible and then fucked her with it, back and forth with my entire face, brushing against her inner thighs with every motion. Her moans deepened and she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling me against her and grinding against my face.
This was a totally different Molly. It wasn’t the same girl who bashfully watched me swim laps in the pool and then ran away when I caught her. This was the Molly that I knew was hiding just beneath the surface, waiting to come out and play.
I devoured her on the table, worshipping her the way she deserved, until she let out a different kind of moan. She arched her back and clawed at the green felt on the table, and then cried out as loudly as she had done on the balcony two nights before, squeezing my head with her thighs and curling her toes against my arms.
But I never released my grip. I wrapped my lips firmly around her clit, sucking and licking until Molly’s voice went ragged and she fell apart in my arms.
Finally she exhaled, and relaxed back onto the table. Her thighs released their vice-like grip on my head and she let out a soft purring sound.
“That’s for last night,” I whispered into her thigh. I gave it a tender little kiss. “For the hand-job you wanted to pretend didn’t happen. Now we’re even.”
I rose and gave her a wink. My job here was done. Time to leave her wanting more, just like I had planned before the evening started. Just like I had done on the balcony two nights ago.
Molly sat up and snatched a handful of my shirt. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.” She spread her legs and pulled me in. I could practicallyfeelthe heat coming off her sex, radiating with need.
I leaned in close like I was going to kiss her. Christ, I wanted to. To feel what those plump lips felt like against mine. To jam my tongue into her mouth the way I had jammed it into her slit. I wanted to make out with her, and take her dress all the way off, and push our boundaries there on the floor of the lounge…
