Page 230 of Vicious Temptation

His tongue sweeps over me again, more slowly, before two fingers ease inside.

My stomach clenches.

“I want to hear it again.”

I bite my lip, loving how much he wants it.

“My Officer Braga.”

A rough groan vibrates against me as his fingers curl, finding the spot that makes my thighs tense around his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he rasps. “That’s the one.”

I start moving against his mouth, setting the pace myself. My nails rake lightly over his scalp before tangling in his curls as I ride, and he keeps up without missing a beat, never releasing me.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against me. “Use me. Ride my face.”

Heart racing, I fold forward as the tension in my belly winds tighter with every pass of his tongue. “Baby, I’m going to come all over your mouth.”

“I can’t wait.” His fingers stay locked with mine. “Don’t hold back on me.”

I grind against him again, using the grip in his hair to keep him exactly where I need him while his tongue works my clit.

The orgasm hits hard, wrenching a cry from me as my body shakes beneath him. Thiago keeps going through each contraction, drawing it out until I’m breathless and barely holding myself up. Only then does his tongue slow, easing me past the last few tremors as our hands remain laced together against the hood.

I straighten slowly, breathing like I just ran a fucking mile.

His face is slick with me, his hair a complete disaster, and the satisfaction written all over him would be obnoxious if I didn’t love seeing him like this.

I brush my thumb across his cheek, catching some of the wetness there. “Paid in full.”

He laughs, still breathing hard. “Not yet.”

Thiago rises from between my legs and reaches behind his neck, pulling his shirt over his head. He tosses it aside and quickly strips off the rest of his clothes as I sit on the hood, watching him.

The teasing is over now. Stepping between my knees, he wraps his arms around my waist and flips me onto my stomach on the hood. My palms meet the warm metal as his touch glides over my hips and down my ass.

“Now that’s a fucking view.”

The smack lands hard on one cheek, and the sharp sting makes me jolt. A moan escapes my lips as he soothes my skin with a slow caress, then grips me and leans over my back.

“I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.”

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Prove it. Fuck me like you’ve been thinking about my pussy all day.”

The heat in his expression turns downright filthy.

“Careful what you ask for, chama.”

The thick head of his cock presses into me, and the stretch steals the rest of my comeback. I brace against the hood and breathe through the first few inches as he eases deeper, giving my body time to take him.

“Fuck.”

He stops there, deep enough to make my legs unsteady but still holding back. “That what you wanted?”

I push back against him. “More.”

That’s all it takes. He sinks the rest of the way in, slow enough to let me adjust until there’s nowhere left for him to go.