“Find something to hold on to, baby.” I bit down gently on one straining nub. As much as I could spend hours sucking and kissing her perfect tits, I knew we both needed more.
Sliding down her body further, I pushed her thong down her thighs. Pulling it off her legs totally and flinging it away, I draped her legs over my shoulders.
In this position, I could see all of her. And what a sight it was. She was smoothly shaven; there was absolutely nothing hiding her glistening pink folds from my eyes.
Or my tongue.
I lapped into her, parting her lips with my tongue. From ass to clit I licked in one long line. The taste of her exploded into my mouth.
The hands she had tangled into my hair suddenly moved, and I smiled into her warm, wet flesh as she sent papers flying onto the floor. Her ass lifted as she gripped the edge of the desk.
I pushed her thighs open further, hardening my tongue into a solid muscled point. I pushed it into her body as far as it would go. She clamped around me, her inner walls spasming. Her hips rocking up and down as she tried to find more traction.
She was a greedy girl.
My greedy girl.
I knew what she wanted, and I was more than willing to give it to her. With a woman like Darcie, I knew I had to bring my A-game. Nothing other than mind-blowing would do. Not if I had any hope in talking her into staying.
Tightening my grip on her legs, I kept them spread around me as I went to work, alternating between long slow licks and delving into her, so I didn’t miss a drop.
“Havoc.” My name was lost in the chorus of moans that were coming out of her mouth. “Havoc please…”
She was close, teetering on the edge. It wouldn’t take much to push her over the top so those little moans became full-on screams of pleasure.
And god, I wanted to hear her scream my name. I wanted the whole club, the whole fucking country, to hear it.
Suctioning my lips over her clit, I sucked it between my teeth, my tongue swirling around and around.
Throwing her head back, Darcie screamed. Her legs trembled and spasmed, and still, I didn’t let up. If I was going to give her an orgasm, it was going to be the best, most intense orgasm of her life.
She came hard, coating my lips and chin with her wetness, and still, I sucked. Because Darcie was the sweetest, most addictive pussy I had ever had.
And I didn’t want this moment to ever end.
Chapter Fifteen
Darcie
Flopping back against the hard wooden top of Fang’s desk, my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.
“That was…” Cracking an eye open a pinch, I found him staring down at me with a smug, almost self-satisfied smile on his face.
“Amazing?” He chuckled. “Mind-altering? Do I need to go on?”
My laughter joined his. I couldn’t help it. There was just something about him that put me at ease. He had been doing it since the moment he had first spoken to me back in the bar.
Had it really only been a few days? It seemed like I had known him for longer. Much much longer.
Mistaking my sudden thoughtful silence for regret, his handsome face creased into a frown. His eyebrows slammed down over his blue eyes. “You’re regretting it, aren’t you? I mean, I know you enjoyed it. I can taste how much you enjoyed it, but I can see in your face that you feel guilty.” He turned his back on me, his shoulders set in a hard line. “My brother?”
Scrambling upwards, I reached for him. Curling my fingers into one of his belt loops to stop him from walking away from me. “Havoc. Hey.” I gave him a little tug. “Look at me.” I didn’t say anything else until he turned, his eyes searching my face as I swung myself off the desk.
He was crazy if he thought I felt any sense of guilt, especially towards his brother. I wasn’t with him anymore. I never would be again.
I was right here.
Standing up, I ran my hands up his chest. Only stopping when I reached his nipples. I gave him a little push. Just enough to send him backwards into Fang’s massive leather office chair.
