Page 229 of Vicious Temptation

A pleased hum slips from me. “No?”

He leans closer until his breath warms the inside of my thigh. “I plan on tasting every fucking bit of it.”

I open wider for him, loving exactly where his mind is going. “Then pay what you owe, Braga. With that talented mouth of yours.”

“Gladly,” he says with a chuckle. “But first…” He brings the lollipop between us, the candy still glossy with me. “Open.”

I part my lips, and he lays it across my tongue, turning the stick slowly between his fingers.

The watermelon is different now, sweeter and warmer, carrying the unmistakable taste of me. My thighs close around him as I suck the candy deeper, and the look on Thiago’s face darkens with every lick.

“Do you taste good?”

I keep the lollipop in my mouth a little longer, letting him wait while I savor it. “Yes.”

“Damn right you do.”

The praise lands low in my belly, and my toes curl against the edge of the hood. Thiago traces the corner of my mouth with his thumb while the lollipop remains between my lips.

“And you like tasting what I do to you, chama?”

I nod.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

“Give it back to me.”

I take the lollipop from my mouth and hold it out to him.

Thiago doesn’t reach for the stick. He leans in and closes his lips around it while I’m still holding it, drawing it deeper as his tongue sweeps over everything I left behind.

Watching him taste me off the candy is filthy as hell, and I fucking love it.

He eases back, lips shiny, and takes it from my fingers. The lollipop rolls once across his tongue before he closes his mouth around it again. “Still sweet.”

My legs fall farther when his attention drops between them again.

“But I want more.”

The hunger in his voice sends a deep ache through me.

“Then take it. Take what’s yours, baby.”

He sets the candy aside and lowers himself between my legs, his lips following the sticky trail along my inner thigh, kissing and licking away every trace of watermelon until he reaches my pussy.

The first stroke over my clit tears a moan from me. I reach for him, and he laces our hands together.

“I want you to look at me. I want you to watch me eat your pussy until you can’t fucking think straight.”

I manage it, even with his tongue making concentration nearly impossible.

He sucks my clit slowly into his mouth, holding the pressure until my back arches off the hood and a tremor runs down my legs. Thiago lifts one over his shoulder and opens me wider, then dives back in. The change in angle hits hard enough that my palm smacks the hood, the crack echoing through the garage.

“Thiago… God, Thiago.”

“Fuck. I love hearing you moan my name while I lick your pretty little cunt.”