Page 62 of Wreck My Plans


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“Fucking hell, Lena.” He presses a kiss to my collarbone. “You’re so fucking tight.” My nails dig into his biceps as he pulls out and thrusts another finger in. “And so wet for me.”

It’s alwaysfor me. He says it so absentmindedly that I don’t think he knows how serious it is. How it feels like every physical reactionisfor him. Only him.

Gavin’s teeth dig into his bottom lip as he watches his fingers slide in and out of me. “That’s it, baby.”

My eyes roll back in my head as he hits a spot that has me moaning his name. He pumps his fingers, curling them with each stroke and pressing his thumb against my clit.

Just as my hips jerk up to thrust against his hand, he pulls away with a wry grin. A strained whimper flies from my chest as I’m about to scream at him, but then he lies back on the bed.

“Come here,” he orders.

My stomach clenches with delight as I straddle him, sitting right over his hardness, his towel still stopping me from seeing all of him.

To my surprise, he grabs my hips and lifts me higher onto his chest, nudging me forward until my thighs bracket his head.

“Sit on my face, little menace. I want you to ride my tongue until you come all over it.”

My breath hitches as he grips my ass to hold me steady.

“Grab the headboard, baby,” he commands, eyes pinned to mine as he pulls me toward his mouth.

And when his tongue drags through me slowly, I dig my nails into the wood bedframe and hold on for dear life as Gavin keeps his promise to ruin me.

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GAVIN

Icould die here, savoring the sweet taste of Lena’s pussy and listening to her desperate moans echoing through these cabin walls.

She’s sassy and mouthy, and I love that about her.

But then as soon as I have her aching for me, she’s soft and responsive and needy.

I’m obsessed. I was right. One night was never going to be enough.

Flicking my tongue over her clit, I hold her steady against my mouth. She mutters incoherently, and little cries hiccup out of her as she rides my face exactly how I hoped she would.

My girl is dripping for me, and I want every bit of it. She bucks and gasps as I dive my tongue into her tight heat, and thank fuck I’m already lying down, because the sight and taste and feel of her is enough to bring anyone to their knees.

If I could speak right now, I’d praise her for listening to me and doing exactly as I said. She’s so fucking good at it.

Abandoning the headboard, she grips my hair, and the prickly sharpness tugs at my arousal, lighting me up everywhere. Honestly, I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long without touching my cock. I’ve been painfully hard since her dress dropped to the floor, and it’s only gotten worse with every passing second.

“Yes. Gavin. Oh god, yes,” she cries out as I thrust my tongue into her core and she pulses around it.

I hold her tight to my mouth as I suck her clit between my lips, and her body jolts as she comes, her thighs quivering around my head. She sounds so beautiful singing my name at the peak of her pleasure that I want to reward her and hear it all over again.

I keep licking and moaning at the taste of her, drawing out every bit of her orgasm until she hisses and pulls away. With a deep sigh, she collapses to the bed beside me, her body boneless and chest heaving.

God, I want to fuck those tits too. Slide right between them until I hit her throat.

One night, Gavin.You can’t possibly do every single thing imaginable in one night.

Lena lifts a hand and swipes her thumb over my mouth. “Your lips are swollen.”

I cast a devious grin between her legs. “So are yours.”

“Gavin Moore,” she scolds, choking out a laugh. She loops her fingers into the towel at my waist and tugs it open, freeing my cock. “You didnotjust say—” Her humor dies as her eyes drop to my hard length. She swallows, brows popping up. “Goddamn.”