I blink a third time because holy fucking shit.
With a grin tugging at his lips, he pats my cheek. “Open wide.”
I do as I’m told.
He stuffs my wet panties into my mouth, and I taste myself.
“You can breathe okay?”
I nod.
“Now, I can resume my mission.”
He disappears and the next thing I know he’s parting my ass cheeks.
I let out a guttural groan into the fabric of my panties, the sound coming out muffled.
His tongue swirls around my clit.
I wiggle my ass, desperate for more.
“Don’t you dare rush me.”
Slap!
I whimper in protest.
His tongue is on me again. He licks me from clit to hole, and it’s so sublime, it causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head.
“Goddamn it, woman. You’re dripping wet. Someone likes being tied down and punished.”
I don’t like it. I fucking love it.
I’m grateful I’m gagged. I can’t say anything that would get me in trouble.
“Spread them wider for me.” He taps the inside of my thigh.
I part my legs.
If I was reading one of my favorite books and the heroine was about to get rammed outdoors by her hot, older, forbidden ex-boyfriend’s ex-stepdad who happens to be a formidable hockey player, I’d be reading this passage with one hand holding the book and the other working my clit.
“Oh shit,” Kaz says.
My eyes widen.What is it?
“I don’t have condoms with me. I’ll have to go up to my bedroom to get some.”
Well, that would kill the mood.
I shake my head and grunt.
“Sounds like you have something to say.”
I nod.
He tugs my panties from my mouth.
“I’m clean. And I’m on birth control. So…” I arch a brow.
