“Yes,” I pant.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he snarls. “Getting yourself all soaked and ready for me. I need to see your perfect pussy.”
He pulls my jeans off the rest of the way, then glides my underwear down my legs. He spreads my legs, hands buried in my thighs. I lean up on my elbows, staring down at him, the awe on his face, the sun catching the brown in his eyes, turning them green.
He kisses up my thigh, breath shuddering over me when he lets out a savage laugh. “How can you even fuckingsmellgood, Sunshine?”
Before I can answer, he sucks my clit into his mouth, his finger circling my entrance. The suction is hard, but the most toe-curling bit is when he tongues me lightly, caressing my clit with gentle strokes.
I clutch the sheets, rocking against his face. I can’t scream like I want to, can’t throw my head back and cry out.
Everything else fades away. It’s just the pressure between my legs and his tongue lovingly lashing it.
He pushes against my entrance with his finger. “Fuck,” he groans, mouth still around my clit. “You feel so fucking hot. I can already imagine you stretched around my cock.”
“Do it,” I groan. “Just… do it.”
He looks up at me, shaking his head. “Not until you come just from this.” He slides his finger inside of me in one fluid motion. I gasp and arch my back as his tip finds a place inside me no one ever has.
“Like this,” he growls, moving his finger in soft circles.
I reach down and grab his wrist, twitching like he’s cast a spell on me. My thighs squeeze together as the orgasm suddenly hits, a bone-deep one that hits every part of me.
He leans forward and catches my scream against his shoulder. I bite down, tasting sweat, tasting him. He massages my back with his other hand, groaning in my ear. “Ride that fucking hand until you’ve got nothing left. Fucking soak my hand.”
I bite down on him again. Hard. I feel my teeth pierce flesh, but he doesn’t care.
When it’s over, I fall back, dazed, my vision blurring.
Don’t think. Don’t go there. Don’t let this slow down.
“I want you to take me from behind,” I whisper, staring at the red teeth marks on his flesh.
He looks into my eyes. “Elle…”
I climb onto the bed and bend over, looking over my shoulder at him. Just like at the gym. I’ve never felt sexier in my life than when he stumbles back, staring at me in awe.
“Are you going to say no?” I taunt.
CHAPTER 17
RHETT
Am I going to say no?
To that thick, perfect ass raised in the air for me, her beautiful eyes wide and coaxing, hair spilling over her shoulder as she turns to look at me? Am I going to fucking say no when her juicy thighs are glistening with her own release?
I stumble to the edge of the bed, yank my jeans and underwear down. My cock springs forward, veins bulging, head purple and hungry. Precome clings to my tip as I stare down at her.
I know why she’s moving fast. Why she’s racing toward the finish line. It’s her past and the complications. And perhaps I should give her more time, be the mature one.
But when I stare down at her round, creamy ass, I lose it. Especially when she whisper-moans, “What are you waiting for?”
I guide myself to her entrance, both hands sinking into the plushness of her ass. She moans and shifts against me.
“You’re big,” she whispers.
“Too big?” I growl, watching as she parts around me, her curvy body letting me in tightly.
