Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,55

hard against my ass, but I only breathed harder as his hands glided up over my legs. At my knees, he nudged them apart, kneeling below me, in the tub.

“I want to taste you,” he said, pushing my thighs apart as he leaned down.

I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, my other hand sliding down his back, wet and hot from the bath. His tongue circled my clit as his fingers slid under my thighs, up around my ass and gripping it, hard. Twisting my flesh in his hands as his tongue slid across my slit.

I leaned back, my head knocking against the window. Above, the moon glowed, warm and yellow. My hair slid over my shoulder, the window sill digging into my shoulders as I spread wider, giving him better access.

As his tongue circled my clit, his fingers plunged into me again, making me gasp, making my breathing come harder, raspier. “God you taste good,” he said, his tongue dating against my flesh. “I’m going to make you come,” he said, nipping against my skin.

I groaned in response, leaning back further, granting him better access. Another finger joined the one plunging into me, and the pressure built. “Let go,” he said, his breath hot against me. My feet still dangled in the tub, and as he moved, the water splashed against the tiles.

Heat built, waves and waves of it, as his fingers got rougher and his tongue got faster, swirling against me as my moans grew louder. I gripped the tub with both hands, trying to hold it together, but his fingers just got deeper, his knuckles hitting me roughly as his fingers plunged in and out.

My cries grew more desperate, a wave of pleasure wracking my body as my hand buried into his hair, desperately shoving his face against me. I rode the crest of heat, my breathing finally slowing as my senses came back. When the pulsing finally stopped, and I let my feet touch the bottom of the tub again, I met his eyes.

He smirked up at me, still kneeling in the water. I wanted to smack his shoulder, because he knew what he’d just done, knew the depths of pleasure he’d just given me.

Instead, I said, “What, like you’re not next?”

I slid into the water, pushing him up. So that he’d be kneeling in the water, the warm bath just touching his balls, his erect cock protruding out. I grabbed it in my hand, pumping up and down as my tongue circled the tip.

He groaned, his hand finding the back of my head, fisting in my hair, pushing me further down, forcing me to take him completely in my mouth. The bath lapped against my chin as I dragged lower, his cock so large it nearly gagged me before I pulled back.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he said, yanking me harder against him. I gripped his hips with my hands, picking up a steady rhythm as he bucked against my mouth. Each time I slid back up to the tip, he forced my head down again, so that I had to take him all at once.

His breathing grew raspy, faster and faster as he thrust into me. And then he stilled.

“I want you in my bed,” he said, picking me up by the elbows.

Water dripped down our bodies as we stepped out of the tub. I followed him across the bathroom, a trail of water left in our wake as we entered his bedroom. It was dark, the draperies blocking out the light. Only a lamp in the corner gave us what we needed to find the bed.

We fell into it together, skin on skin. He dragged me backwards, and I climbed onto his lap. He kissed me, hard and deep, as I rose on my knees and then slid onto him.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, picking me back up and making me slide up and down, picking up a rhythm. The bathtub had left me sated only moments earlier, but as I rode him, heat rose again. I wanted more of this man, of this wicked pleasure. I wanted him to fuck me all night, let me ride him like this until I collapsed in exhaustion.

He gripped my hip in one hand as the other slid over my ass. Without warning, he smacked me hard with his palm, making my skin sting. I groaned in response, and he spanked me again as I rose and fell on his lap, driving us