The Arrangement (A Real Man, #23) - Jenika Snow Page 0,18

bit my lip as ecstasy coursed through me.

I heard my heart thundering in my ears, felt it in my throat. I gathered the sheets in my hands, pulled at them, feeling everything in me come alive even more as he alternated between each breast, sucking and licking at the turgid peaks until I shook from how good it all felt.

He moved his mouth over my breasts then lower to my ribs. He continued a downward path to my navel, running his tongue along the indentation, his hands on my waist holding me down, keeping me still. And still, he went lower, over my hipbones, licking, kissing, nipping.

And when I felt his mouth right over my pussy, his hot breath coming in hard, fast pants, I curled my toes in pleasure. I could have climaxed right then and there.

“Yes,” I hissed out, even though he hadn’t asked me anything. I wasn’t embarrassed it had come out of me so passionately.

I reached up and tangled my hands in his hair, pulling at the strands until Beckham groaned. The way he licked at me, his head between my legs, his tongue running up and down my slit, had me nearly orgasming right then and there.

He latched his mouth over my clit, and I cried out, as that was my tipping point… my breaking point. I came for him so hard I saw stars.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. I pulled at his hair, keeping him against me, needing his mouth right there. I ground my pussy against his face, so wanton in this moment I didn’t even feel like myself. But God, it felt good. So good.

Beckham moved his mouth down my cleft to my opening and plunged his tongue in, spreading my lips wide open with his thumbs, fucking me there like I desperately needed him to do with his cock.

“So sweet,” he groaned against my soaked, clenching flesh.

When the tremors faded, he moved back up my body and kissed me hard and possessively. I tasted myself on him, a sweet, musky flavor that had my heart racing all over again and had me moaning as I lifted my lower half and rubbed myself on him.

And as I felt him thrust against me over and over again, I knew once he was in me, fucking me, making love to me, neither one of us would be able to walk away.

And I’d never anticipated anything more.

Chapter Twelve

Beckham

Fuck.

There was nothing better, would never be anything better, than having this woman love me.

I wasn’t even inside Lenora yet, and already I was trying not to get off. My balls were drawn up to my body, so full of cum for her, and I was having one hell of a time keeping myself in control.

I wanted this to last so badly. I wanted to feel her pussy clenching around my cock, milking me, because she wanted my seed filling her up.

“Beckham,” she moaned in the hottest way. “Beckham. I’m so ready for you.”

I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, wanting to mouth fuck her desperately. I was tense, my muscles straining under my skin. My cock was so hard, and I felt pre-cum at the tip. I looked at her face, saw how pink her cheeks were, saw the way her pupils were dilated.

She was so fucking ready for me. So was so damn primed.

I was so possessive of her, and the very thought of any man touching her, talking to her… hell, even looking at her, pissed me off and made me want to mark and claim her over and over again.

She started breathing harder, and I slid my hand between us and ran my finger along her slit. God, she felt like silk. I had my cock aligned at her pussy hole, but I didn’t thrust in deep. I waited. I savored.

Fuck. Yes.

I felt how her pussy was hot and soaking for me. I plunged my tongue inside her mouth, forcing her to take it all, fucking her there like I would between her thighs.

I needed my cock in her pussy now, but I waited. I tormented us.

“Baby,” I groaned against her mouth, my hips having a mind of their own and wanting to plunge forward, burying my cock inside her tight, virgin heat. And so I got ready to do just that. “Lenora, if I don’t get inside of you, I’ll come before we can give each other our virginities, and I want to be buried in your tight pussy when we