“More than you know,” he whispered.
Then his sinful mouth was on my core, and I couldn’t speak any longer. No complaints passed my lips. Every lap of his tongue, each moan rumbled from his chest, every flick of his finger against my clit elicited a shouting, shivering mess.
So much for being quiet.
His large, strong hands gripped my thighs and held them apart with ease when my legs clamped down on the sides of his head. My fingers clenched his hair, but he didn’t care. He only groaned more fiercely when I yanked his face closer, tightening my grip even further on his tawny curls.
“Quit teasing, Godric,” I panted.
His lips curved against my intimate flesh.
My body bowed hard off the bed, his mouth sucking fiercely on my clit and two of his fingers spearing up into my vaginal opening. The world ceased to exist, all noise disappeared as fire shot through my system, igniting pleasure in every cell of my body. My entire being shook as wave after wave of bliss pulled me under into the most enjoyable sated warmth.
My eyes opened wide when he abruptly lifted my body, as if I weighed nothing, and bashed my back against his headboard. I opened my mouth on a keening cry as he drove his cock—his thick and long as hell cock—up into my tight core. One thrust. Two. Three, and he was totally seated inside me.
He tensed to move, holding me close.
I smacked at his shoulder. And with a rapid breath, I sputtered, “Just a second. Wait, wait!”
Golden eyes full of lust pinned me in place—not like his huge cock wasn’t already. All of his beautiful muscles froze, barely constraining his need to keep going.
His nostrils flared, and he hissed as he said, “Are you shitting me, pet?”
I blinked my gaze of desire and shook my head quickly. I whispered as quietly as I could, “I’m not stopping-stopping you.” I jerked my head toward his door behind him, sensual sweat causing our bodies to slide against each other. A small amount of light from the hallway was peeking inside his room from the ajar door. “Your door is cracked open.”
CHAPTERFIVE
His striking eyes narrowed.
I froze like a mouse hunted by a cat.
Whoever had opened his door…
Well, I was glad I wasn’t that person.
He turned his head to the side, and barked, “What the fuck do you want, Jonathan?”
A throat cleared from outside. “Sir, we’ve been informed your meeting is finally scheduled; it’s in five minutes.”
Godric kept his attention turned to the side, glaring at the wall—no longer at me. He ground his teeth together even as his gripping arms around my legs pulled me closer, his cock pushing deeper into my channel. “Tell that goddamn asshole he can wait. And shut my door. Now.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. His cock was just the right size that the sensation was between pleasure and pain. Perfectly proportioned for my body.
Jonathan argued, “Sir, he stated—”
“I don’t give two fucks what he said.” Godric shouted, “Shut my damn door. Or I will bury your furry, motherfucking, unloyal, shit-for-brains ass so far in the ocean, no one will ever find you!”
The door clicked shut—quickly.
I blinked a few times at his profile and attempted to lighten the mood. “How do you know he has a furry ass?”
“I’ve seen his stupid butt naked more times than I can count,” he growled—and I wasn’t going to ask. Then his eyes focused on mine, and his lips landed hard on my mouth. Thiscorporate rich manowned the kiss. He deflected and countered, dominating every move when I tried to take over. When he breathed, I breathed.
It was the best kiss of my life.
My moan was soft and fulfilled.
He pulled back, just to kiss my lips softly.
