Page 103 of A Dangerous Kind of Love

“That’s it, relax for me,” he urges, his voice muffled as he delves deeper.

He parts my lips with his fingers, exposing my clit, and circles it with the flat of his tongue. My hands fist the sheets, my hips bucking involuntarily.

I was right. This is way better than a fucking hand.

His beard scrapes my thighs as he buries his face deeper, his nose nudging my clit while his tongue thrusts inside me, and my breaths come in pants, my body trembling on the edge.

“This is fucking amazing,” I say, my fingers, tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He hums against me, the vibration pushing me further, his hands gripping my ass to hold me in place as I writhe. He slides a thick finger into me, and I gasp. He pumps it slowly, curling it while his mouth latches onto my clit again.

That’s it. I spasm around his finger, as my body convulses on the bed. Michael doesn’t stop. He licks me through the aftershocks, drawing out every quiver until I’m limp and gasping.

Finally he pulls back. Wiping his mustache with the back of his hand, he looks up at me with a satisfied grin.

“You taste like fucking heaven, Doll.”

“Holy fuck,” I breathe.

He eyes lock onto mine, and he gives me a devilish grin as he stands up from between my thighs. I watch, heart pounding, as he pulls off his shirt, revealing those fucking abs and tattoos. His pants drop, and his boxers fall last. I have never seen a cock in my life, and his steals my breath away. It’s juts out, thick and hard, and veins trace along its entire length. Heat rushes to my face, nerves twisting inside me, but I can’t tear my eyes from him.

Is that supposed to fit inside me?

He climbs back onto the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight, and positions himself over me. His hands brace on either side of my head, caging me in gently as he nudges my legs wider with his knee.

He kisses me as the heat of his body presses close. Then I feel it—the head of his cock against my pussy. He starts to push in, and I flinch, a sudden sting ripping through me as I stretch around him. It hurts like a motherfucker.

He pulls back right away, his face creasing with worry. “Katie, are you okay?”

I shift beneath him, breathing shallowly, not wanting to stop now. “Mmm-hmm. Keep going.”

His eyes search mine, so I insist. “I want you to.”

I will not be a little bitch about this.

“You’re sure?” His voice is hesitant.

I nod, but when he eases in a bit more, the pressure turns into a burning ache that makes me cry out, tears stinging my eyes. My body tenses up, fingers digging into his arms. This time, he withdraws completely, his cock slipping away, leaving me feeling hollow and raw.

He looks at me closely, piecing it together. “Have you done this before?”

I bite my lip, tears spilling over now, hot on my cheeks as embarrassment floods me. Dammit.

I shake my head, barely whispering, “No.”

Michael rolls off me, lying on his side to face me. He props his head up with one hand. His other hand reaches out, brushing a curl from my forehead.

“Doll,” he says, his voice full of concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrug, wiping at my eyes, feeling so stupid. “Because I want it to happen. I still do.”

“Doll…nobody’s ever touched you like that before? None of it?”

I shake my head. “But please don’t make a big deal about this.”

“Katie—“

I interrupt him. “I want you Michael. So badly. I have never in my life wanted someone like I want you.”