He wasn’t lying when he told me he was starving, proven by the low, greedy noise he made when he buried his face in my pussy. His tongue flicked and swirled, his stubble scraping against my heated core, leaving a delicious sting behind.
My breath came in rasps, and I cried out as he slowly slid two fingers inside me, all the way up to the knuckles, before turning them and making a come-hither motion until he stroked the spot that made my walls clench so powerfully that I felt it in my stomach.
Donny pressed his fingers into the dip of my inner thigh, holding me hostage, his tongue working in slow, body-shuddering circles. “Ride my face,” he demanded, slapping my ass cheek.
The sting made my clit pulse, and I squirmed uncontrollably.
Eyes still on mine, he parted my folds with two fingers, and holding me open, he tongued my clit while a rumble sounded deep in his chest. “Always knew you were spectacular. You’ve been under my skin since the night I fucked you. You’re beautiful, baby. All that gorgeous hair and pin-up girl body. But you like this, with your arms trapped and your spectacular tits heaving in my face with those tight little nipples, and hot, wet pussy...” His voice trailed off, face softening. “I’m never letting you go.”
His tongue came out again and laved at my clit, his eyes still boring into mine. His mouth covered my pussy while he drove his fingers inside me in short, fucking motions.
My stomach clenched, and my thighs trembled with the sensations gripping me all over. The air itself seemed to whip me up into a frenzy. My nerve endings were alight, and my skin was so sensitive that Donovan didn’t even need to touch me to send me crazy.
I could feel it all—every flick of his tongue and every twist of his fingers as they fucked into me. My body was electrified, andI arched my back, trying to push myself against him, seeking friction.
He pulled back, and I could feel his hot breath on my soaked pussy. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.” His tongue grazed against my clit with perfect precision. “So fucking perfect.”
Then his mouth was on me again, covering me, and I felt my climax start to build. Each thrust of his fingers took me higher, pushing sounds up from my chest that I didn’t even recognize as mine.
“I’m gonna come,” I cried. “Please, baby, don’t stop. Please. Please.”
I kept chanting my pleas, begging him for more until suddenly, my body locked, and I screamed his name as my orgasm exploded.
My whole body pulsed, wave after wave, until I was hollowed out. As the explosion receded, I felt as if I was floating, and my limbs felt too weak to hold me up.
Donovan released my clit from his lips and began to nuzzle my pussy, inhaling my scent. His fingers slid out of me, soaked from my climax, and he reached up and circled my nipples, leaving traces of wet on them.
Finally, my heart rate began to slow, and my racing pulse calmed.
Donovan slid back up to a sitting position, silently released my arms from the tee, and dropped it beside the bed while flashing his sexy smirk.
I collapsed on him, bare-chested and skin to skin, my hands automatically sliding up his chest to his shoulders. I could smell myself on him—his face still glistened with me—but going by his self-satisfied, wolfish grin, he didn’t care.
I sank into him, every muscle turning to Jell-O, my brain so wiped out that I couldn’t think straight. Snuggling in, I let myself enjoy the feel of his heartbeat thudding against mine andthe scent of his spicy cologne while I tried to remember how to breathe normally again.
After a minute, he gently fisted the back of my hair and tugged my head back to gaze into my eyes. “You good?”
I blinked languidly, smiling like a contented kitten. “Yeah.”
He stroked my hair back from my face, his eyes turning to liquid as they followed his movements. “You’re so beautiful.”
Tears welled in my eyes.
I don’t know why I was so tearful. Maybe I was just spent from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me, or the fact that my body had turned to mush.
He smiled and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. “Why are you upset?”
“I’m not upset,” I reassured him. “It’s just been an emotional few days, and I haven’t slept much. Every time you say something pretty, it sends my emotions into overdrive.”
“Who’d have thought that sassy Rosie Woods was such a sensitive soul?”
“There’s more to me than just being lippy, you know, O’Shea,” I snipped.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I know that. You’ve been a rock to me, baby. I don’t know what you did to my accounts, but even I understood them.”
My lips quirked. “They weren’t so bad.”
“Thank you,” he said earnestly. His gaze rested on my mouth, and I felt his cock twitch underneath me.
