‘So pink and perfect.’
I’m aware of everything and nothing all at once. The knot in my belly under his splayed hand. The tremble in my thighs as he lifts my leg over the arm of the chair, spreading me impossibly wide. The devil in his expression as he raises his gaze to mine, his tongue flicking out to deliciously caress my heated flesh. His first touch is electric, my back bowing as I thrust against him.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ I cry out, tightening my hand in his hair as though to contain the pressure—the sensation.
One flick, one lick of my full length, Flynn begins spreading open mouthed kisses along my wet flesh as he begins making out with my pussy.
‘Last time I get to eat you out as your boyfriend,’ he rasps, the words echoing through my insides. ‘Better make it good.’
‘So good,’ I whimper. ‘So fucking good.’
‘There she is. There’s my dirty girl.’
I feel so swollen and desperate and kind of dissolute. We’re supposed to be getting married in a couple of hours and I suddenly don’t feel very bride like—not at all. And he’s right. I am a dirty girl—hisdirty girl, as I tighten my grip in his hair and begin rocking into his mouth, taking my pleasure from him.
I ache, my pussy pulsing emptily, every inch of me hungry for his touch. And as though he could discern my wishes just from my moans, his lips cover my clit as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me.Sucking and thrusting. Licking and finger fucking. His actions undo me, picking apart my soul, stitch by stitch, only to put me together again in a rush.
‘Come on, Chastity,’ he’d whispers. ‘Come for me. Come on my tongue.’
Everything inside me draws tight, my spine an impossible arch as I throw my head back against the chair. I want to watch, want to see the slide of his fingers and his tongue. See the pleasure on his face as he groans against my pussy.
But it’s all too much—my arms grasp the back of my chair as though to prevent my fall. But I do fall. I give into him. Give into the needs of my body.
‘God.Oh, God. I’m—I’m—’
Unable to process the waves of pleasure pulsing through me—the rush and sensation of a heat so thick and overwhelming, I feel I’m sure to burst. And when I come to, dizzy and panting, Flynn stands above me, loosening his pants.
This man owns me, body and soul. Just as I own him.
His fingers slide from my throat down, the backs of his knuckles ghosting the hardness of my nipples.
‘How did I get to be so lucky?’ His next breath is sharp as I lean forward, wrapping my hand around the base of his cock.
‘Looks like you’re about to getverylucky,’ I reply, sliding my tongue the length of him. I kiss his tip, swirl my tongue around his silken head.
His eyes squeeze shut as though taking a moment to graps control, and when he opens them again, he releases a masculine groan as he slides his hand to the back of my head.
Pleasure shimmers through me, joy, power, and a sort of ownership. Flynn isn’t what I’d call a man of few words. Quite the opposite. That I can make him lose the power of speech is some achievement, I feel.
He shifts his hand through my hair, snagging his fingers on a knotted curl. My complaint is non-verbal though it makes his body bow, his hips jutting forward as an encore, feeding me as much of his length as I can take.
‘Chastity.. . Fuck, look at us. Look at you.’ His hand still in my hair, he twists my gaze to meet his in my dressing table mirror. ‘You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.’
My breasts bounce a little and my cheeks are hollowed as I continue to work him with my tongue and my lips.
‘I’m going to fuck you,’ he rasps. ‘I want you to feel me everywhere. And when you’re standing in front of me in your pristine dress, I’m gonna know what’s going on under it. I’ll know how aching and wet you’ll be, just waiting for the next time we fuck. But this time as husband and wife.’
His words and dark expression deepen my arousal. My breathing erratic as I groan around his cock. His languid gaze slides from the mirror, dark lashes almost kissing his cheeks.
‘Put your fingers inside your pussy,’ he demands. ‘Spread your legs.’
I do as I’m bid. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an expression so avid, his eyes flicking from the mirror where he fills me to between my legs, where I fill myself.
‘Fuck, that’s it. Faster,’ he commands.
I try, but it takes some co-ordination. It’s like rubbing your tummy while simultaneously patting your head. But I’m wet, so wet, the sounds on my slick fingers seeming to do something to him.
‘Circle your clit.’ He moves the hair from the side of my face to better see himself sliding in and out of me. ‘Make yourself come for me.’
