Page 89 of Untamed Sinner

He doesn't stop—thank fuck.

One hand slides up to press against my lower belly, keeping me still as his mouth works me over. I can feel the scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs, the heat of his breath, the relentless rhythm of his tongue.

I'm going to come. Already. I whimper—I don’t want to come yet. This is too good.

I tug his hair. "Wait."

He pulls back just enough to speak. "No."

His mouth is on me again, like he can’t get enough. Like he’s determined to learn every inch of my pussy. Like he wants to know what’ll make me shudder, what’ll make me groan for him. Like I’m the most delicious treat he’s ever tasted.

Like I’m his personal donut.

He bites my clit and then sucks on it as he flicks it with his tongue.

And I detonate. The orgasm slams into me, sharp and overwhelming. I cry out, my hands pulling his hair as my body shakes.

He keeps licking me. I'm gasping and trembling, and he doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes two fingers into me.

"Fuck," he rumbles against my skin. "So fucking wet for me."

He crooks his fingers, finding that spot inside that makes my entire body go rigid. His mouth returns to my clit, and now he's working me with both—fingers thrusting in a relentless rhythm while his tongue circles and flicks.

"No." Gasping, I try to pull away while I’m yanking him closer by his hair.

"Come for me again." His voice is pure command. "I want to feel it, Amanda."

"Oh Jesus." I arch back. I could come just from the way he says my name.

He licks me, sucks, and then licks again. His fingers pump steadily, firmly. "Just like that," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak. "All that fucking attitude, and this is what you do when I touch you."

Legs shaking, I slap my hand onto the car, clinging for dear life.

“You know what I’ve figured out?” His tongue swipes over me. A hint of a smile curves his lips as I whimper. “You’re only unpredictable until I touch you.”

To prove his point, he pulls his fingers out and adds a third one.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. I try to move my legs wider, wanting more, wanting him to crawl inside me—this isn’t enough—but my pants keep me bound. Or maybe that’s Hendricks.

He chuckles as if he can hear my thoughts. “I know you now. Every look, every sound, every fucking tell.” His mouth seals around my clit with devastating pressure.

The sensation is too much, too intense, too fucking good. I cry out. I'm already oversensitive from the first orgasm, and he knows it. Of course he fucking knows it.

I try to hold on, make him work for it.

He doesn’t give me the chance. Pleasure punches through me so hard my back bows. His name rips out of me, my hips jerking against his hand as I come apart.

Fuck.

So much for unpredictable.

He doesn't stop until I’m boneless against the car door, every nerve still humming. He pulls back, looking entirely too satisfied with himself.

“Filthy,” I breathe.

His mouth curves.