As soon as I dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy, she loudly moaned. My God, the sound was better than any concerto. She certainly knew how to turn a guy on with nothing more than soft mews and darts of her eyes.
Every single action and facial expression was done to torment me. She finally won. I couldn’t take it any longer, pressingmy entire face into her wetness. There was no adequate way of describing how sweet she tasted or the tingling sensations coursing through me from touching her.
Tasting her.
Controlling her.
I’d need to rethink the kind of man I’d become after devouring her. She fueled every fantasy with her scattered sounds and the way she licked her lips. I pressed my thumbs into her soft skin as I held her wide open. It was easy to savor every drop of her sweet cream. The taste was indescribable, an ambrosia I couldn’t get enough of. Feasting on her wasn’t just a pleasure. It was an honor.
“Mmm…” she moaned, her body writhing on the felt. With her raven hair splayed across the red felt, I wasn’t certain there could be a more perfect picture.
As her breathing become more labored, I pinched her clit. Her reaction spurred me on. She jerked up, planting her elbows on the table. As she stared down at me, I wasn’t certain she could focus. Not that it mattered. She had nothing to do, nothing to worry about.
I finally thrust two fingers inside her pussy, shocked at how tight she was. My fingers were long and large but certainly not fat. The thought of fucking her continued to drive me crazy, but I’d need to be very careful so as not to hurt her.
That was the last thing she needed.
She spread her legs open as wide as possible, her lascivious smile and wide eyes keeping my full attention. Every aspect of her was insanely gorgeous, even more so in the throes of passion. Myactions became even rougher, my own needs crowding against the desire to please her.
Maybe I was just a selfish son of a bitch. If so, she didn’t seem to mind. She was raking her hands through her long, curly locks, still playing with the balls. That made mine ache even more.
Her moans were becoming more incessant, sexy and inviting in a way that continued to bring out the beast in me. I licked her furiously, unable to get enough of her. When her body began to tense, I could tell she was close to an orgasm. I had no intentions of letting her go just yet.
Slowing my actions, I sucked on her clit, taking the tender tissue into my mouth. She panted in response, gasping for air as if unable to fill her lungs.
“So mean. So very… bad,” she muttered and lolled her head to the side. Her entire body was quivering and the way her skin was glistening in the soft light of the room was perfect. Just like the woman lying on my pool table. So unexpected. So amazing.
So dangerous.
With her breathing even more shallow, she clawed the felt with one hand. I drove four fingers inside her tight cunt, immediately flexing them open and thrusting brutally. That was all she could take.
As a climax tore through her, I wrapped one arm around her leg, holding her in place. I curled the tips of my fingers, hoping that I caught her G-spot. Perhaps I had, given her reaction including the way she slapped one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
I’d need to remember we weren’t the only people in the house.
Even as her body stopped writhing, I wasn’t ready to let go. Her ragged sounds continued to spur me on, the flutter of her hands as if directing me on what to do.
She started fighting me, laughing softly as she did, but I held her, refusing to let go.
When her body stiffened again, I buried my face into her wetness.
While having her in my house, in my arms and under my control was everything I’d thought about and wanted since she’d walked out of my courtroom disappearing, the odds of her survival were slim.
At least if I relied on the justice system to keep her protected.
As I lifted my head, admiring her all over again, my thoughts drifted to Chase’s suggestion.
This time, instead of seeming ridiculous, his idea held merit.
Maybe I was just like all the rest.
Willing to cross the line of the law.
The only difference being? I would be doing it to protect the innocent.
CHAPTER 8
Valentina
