Page 171 of Risking the Pucking Defense

Someone who wants to give me everything, even if it means getting on his hands and knees to beg for it.

“Do you want it?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Ripping his eyes from my pussy, he drags them up my dress, discovering my heaving chest and heavy breasts before finding my eyes.

“You want to taste me?”

“So much,” he rasps, his voice deeper than I think I’ve ever heard it.

I spread my thighs a little wider. The one leg I’m standing on is already threatening to send me crashing to the floor.

I hold strong, because in a few seconds, Hayden’s going to have a hold of me, and something tells me he’s never going to let go.

“Then taste me. I want you to make me come.”

He barely waits for me to finish speaking before he leans forward and licks me from entrance to clit.

“Oh fuck,” I cry, my fingers sinking into his hair and twisting until it must hurt.

But I can’t help it, because he’s sucking on my clit and driving me fucking wild.

My leg trembles as it fights to hold me up, but just as I think I’m going to tumble, Hayden’s hand lands on my hip, holding me steady.

The other lifts between my thighs, and only a second later, he presses two fingers against my entrance.

I cry out again, desperately trying to keep it down. I don’t know who has the rooms on either side, and I can’t risk it being a player who’s going to demand to know who was making me scream like this.

He pushes his fingers deeper, and I bite down on the inside of my lips to stop myself from crying out as he curls them, finding my G-spot with ease.

My leg trembles, my thighs desperate to close around his head as he eats me like a man possessed.

Heat floods through my veins, pleasure racing to the surface all too soon.

I’m not ready to fall. I’m not ready for this to be over.

I want…

Fuck.

I want it to go on forever.

My eyes fly open, and I look down at the man eating me out like it was what he was made to do.

His tongue might be working magic on my clit and his fingers doing wild things inside me, but his full attention is on my face. His stare is so fierce I feel it right down to my toes, and it only pushes me closer to my release.

My grip on his hair tightens, but despite being on the verge of pulling some free, he doesn’t even react. In fact, it just spurs him on.

“Hayden. Fuck. Yes.” The words fall from my lips without permission from my brain, and any care for anything but the man on his knees for me and everything he makes me feel falls away.

Nothing else matters.

Just this.

Just him.

Just us.