She blinks in surprise.
“Because it’snot. I like knowing that my mouth is the only one that’s been down there. That I’m the only one who will know what you taste like when you come all over my tongue. I’m going to devour you, beautiful, and then I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly, you’ll forget any motherfucker who was here before me.”
She licks her lips.
“Unless you’re telling me no. In which case, I won’t do that.”
“I’m not saying no,” she replies.
“Thank fuck.” I grin and kiss her hard, then dive back down, spread her wide, and lap at her core, from her ass to her clit, and the sound she makes will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
“Holy shit.”
“That’s nothing, baby.”
Chapter Fourteen
Lena
Dear, sweet mother of God, he’s going to suck my soul out of my vagina.
And I’m not upset about it.
My hands dive into his hair, holding on as his mouth does the most delicious things to my pussy. I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching as he pulls my lips into his mouth and tugs, presses his nose to my clit, and makes me see stars.
This is the best way to die ever.
Those steel gray eyes meet mine, and he’s moaning as he licks and sucks, and then his fingers get in on the action.
He pushes two fingers inside me as he licks up to my clit, and then he pauses, clenches his eyes shut, and groans.
“Fuck, Rebel, you’re so damn tight.”
“You have thick fingers.”
He chuckles as he works them in and out, stretching me just a bit, and then he turns his hand, palm facing up, and makes a littlecome heremotion, hitting a spot that no one’s ever hit before, and it sends me out of my damn mind.
“Oh my God!”
“He’s not here, baby. It’s just me.”
“Fuck.” My hips buck, and he keeps rubbing, keeps stretching, and then his lips pull on my clit, and I scream as the orgasm bursts through me.
He kisses up my body but doesn’t take his fingers out, and when he’s at my neck, he bites me, hard enough to leave a mark.
And it’s fuckingeverything.
“Gideon.”
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come, Rebel.” He kisses my cheek, and then my lips. “And we have a big problem.”
My eyes find his, and I scowl. “What?”
“I don’t have condoms. I don’t bring women into my home, Lena.”
I blink up at him. “I don’t have any either. Birth control is handled, but if you sleep around—”
“Two years.”
