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“Charlize.” Owen’s husky voice cuts through all my weird thoughts as he takes hold of my legs and places them up over his shoulders. “Don’t disappear on me now.”
“I was just wondering if you’re secretly a serial killer who strangles women with their own panties.”
His lips quirk in amusement. “It makes perfect sense for you to be wondering that, but I want you to stop thinking about that and start thinking about the fact I’m going to give you my tongue now.”
Oh. God. Yes.
I don’t even care if he’s a serial killer.
He can strangle me with my panties if he wants.
Or he can take them home and add them to his stash.
But he must give me his tongue first.
“That’s my only condition.” I say this out loud even though I meant for it to stay inside. Again, I don’t care. I have no doubt Owen will run with it.
More of that lip quirking, and yes, he runs with it. “You’re only condition for what?”
“You can strangle me with my panties, but only after you give me your tongue.”
“And here I was thinking you were a girl with high expectations. You should up your conditions for agreeing to be strangled.”
“You think I should add dick to my conditions, don’t you?”
“Absolutely.” I have no idea how, but he manages to keep a straight face.
“Okay, you drive a hard bargain, Owen. I’m adding that. You can strangle me after you give me your tongue and your dick. But you should be aware that Poppy will come for you if you go through with that.”
This coaxes a smile out of him. “I have no doubt. Youarejoint head of her family, after all.” He runs his gaze down my body, his eyes settling on my pussy. I know by the way his nostrils flare and the way his breath quickens that he’s done with our conversation. That all he can think about now is tasting me.
I watch him taking me in, and every inch of my skin blazes with anticipation and desire more than it already was.
I don’t know if my vagina has ever felt so ready for a man.
Owen is far too good at foreplay.
I never imagined the day I’d think that about any man, but here I am.
When he finally bends to give me his tongue, it’s like I’m watching in slow motion.
My breaths stall.
My pussy clenches.
My need intensifies to all new levels.
Owen doesn’t disappoint.
He gives me his lips first, kissing my clit.
It’s a closed-mouth kiss that slowly turns into an open-mouthed one that he adds tongue to. He sucks my clit so perfectly that I know for sure he’s got magical powers. And he does this for long enough that it makes me think he’s as much a clit man as he is a breast man.
By the time he shares the love with the rest of my pussy, licking and sucking his way down me, I’m halfway to an orgasm. I mean, who am I kidding, though? I’ve been halfway to an orgasm since he started flirting with me. I’m more like three quarters of the way there now.
When he gets to my entrance, he makes a deep growly noise and buries his face in me, his tongue in me, his everything in me, and eats me with so much skill I may find it hard not to demand he does this over and over tonight.
I rock my pussy against his mouth, tightening my legs around his neck and arching up off the table.
