Page 56 of Wicked Rush

“Yes.” She smiled.

“Then about this wine. We shouldn’t waste it.” Lars brought the rim of the glass to her lips, but she laughed, recoiling slightly. Her eyes went dark with desire as he persisted, her mouth parting to accept it.

“Lars,” she breathed.

“Did you enjoy Seth watching?” His palms slid toward the crease between her legs. Lars detected her trembling as his fingers trailed a line over her mound.

“Yes.” Her hips shifted upward, seeking friction. Denying her control over the sensation, his fingers hovered over her skin. The games had begun, and little did she know all he’d planned.

“Do you want to fuck him?”

“No.”

Her quick response held an air of truth, yet he suspected a latent desire to explore her sexuality existed. “Would you play? Just the three of us?”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t think I could make love to anyone else.” She paused as he dragged a finger through her wet folds, rewarding her for her candid response. “But…the way you make me feel. I want to do things with you Lars…things I never thought I’d want to do.”

“Things, huh? Things are good.” He gave a small chuckle, pleased with her response.

“I know we haven’t known each other for long. But the things we’ve been doing, like at Altura? It was amazing. I’ve wanted to experiment in the past, but I’ve been scared,” she confessed. “I feel safe with you…to do these things.”

“Do you now?” Lars positioned himself between her legs, lying on his stomach.

“The secrets, Lars…before this is all said and done, I’ll tell you what I can. If it weren’t for some of this being classified…just know that I want to tell you everything. As far as being with you…I want to do everything.”

“This wine. You know, it tastes much better on you than it does in this glass. Stay very still, little fox.”

Lars slowly dribbled the burgundy spirit below her pelvis, delighting in her compliance. He noted how she resisted the urge to move, tensing as the cool liquid rushed between her legs. He set the glass aside, and pressed his palms to her inner thighs, his tongue flitting over her wet skin. Delaying his gratification, he savored the sweet flavor, licking and sucking until he reached her glistening pussy.

“Lars, please,” Braelynn pleaded.

As he dragged his tongue through her swollen lips, he reveled in her soft moans. Her sweet delicious juices tasted of rich berries, but it was her begging that left his rigid shaft throbbing. Flicking over her swollen nub, he pressed his fingers into her tight core. She contracted around him, and he added another thick digit. Pumping into her, he smiled as her core clamped around him. Lapping at her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, continuing his relentless assault. His fingers curled up into her slick heat, tantalizing her sensitive skin.

“Lar…fuck…please,” she screamed, shivering as her release rocked through her.

Lars withdrew his fingers, but still focusing on his task, he leisurely lapped at her pussy. As he milked the last sensual shudder, he lifted his gaze to meet hers. Smiling, he rose and pressed onto his feet, and Braelynn moaned in protest.

“Be right back, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” Lars licked his lips, and gave his cock a firm stroke. As he strolled into his office and retrieved his special gifts, he smiled, delighting in the anticipation of his surprise.