a low growl of triumph, he licked her seam. Then he caught her pearl between his teeth and gave her a nip that had her hips jumping and her back arching. Bliss shot through her, beginning in her core and blasting outward.
She raked her fingers through his hair and pressed herself into his face. He alternated between little licks and long sucks, pleasuring her with that wicked mouth she loved so well. She grew wetter still. He moaned as he buried his tongue inside her, thrusting again and again. And she rode his tongue the way she wanted to ride his cock, pressing his head to the apex of her thighs.
She wanted to coat his face with her. She wanted to mark him. She wanted him to go to bed with her on his lips and his cock hard and aching, wishing he could plunge it inside her. She wanted him to writhe in his big bed.
A helpless moan escaped her as she undulated against him.
Her head fell back. Her eyes closed, and she gave herself over to sensation.
Suddenly, she was talking. Babbling. Saying wicked, forbidden things. “Later, when you are in bed all alone, I want you to take your big, thick cock in your hand and think of me. I want you to come hard, thinking about the way I tasted and how desperate you were to have me on your tongue. But it will only be your hand you are fucking, Jack. Not this cunny.”
Her taunts made him wild. He rubbed his face over her folds and attacked her pearl with almost vicious deliberation. Sucking, using his teeth. When he plunged two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out in delicious friction, she lost the tentative hold she had on her control.
She thrust against him one more time. He sucked her and curled his fingers, and she cried out as her release exploded. She clenched on him, bringing him deeper, white-hot bliss shooting from her center and washing over every part of her. Even her toes curled in her heels.
Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving from the force of her climax. As the last ripples of pleasure rocked through her, he released her pearl and withdrew his fingers. They glistened with the evidence of her spend. Catching her gaze, he swirled them over her painfully sensitive bud.
He was going to make her come again.
Just to prove to them both how little restraint she had when it came to him. As if she needed the proof. His lips were swollen and wet.
“Mine,” he rasped, increasing his pressure.
She bit her lip, determined to ride out whatever he would give her but to deny him the satisfaction of admitting just how thoroughly he owned her once more. He moved faster.
“So pretty and pink and wet,” he said. “For me. All for me.”
He moved faster.
She was on the edge already. Desperate for another taste of what only he could give her. But she was stubborn. She would not allow him to win.
As he worked her pearl with his right hand, he swiped over her folds with his left forefinger, parting her. He slid it back inside her passage and she clenched on him instantly, a sigh leaving her. She bit her lip harder.
“Every part of you is mine, Nellie.” He withdrew his finger, then slid it deeper, adding a second finger, then a third.
She jerked at the sensation. Thrilling. Her nerves were alive. On fire. She was on fire. Coming apart. She held her breath as he worked her.
She wanted more.
“Say it, Nellie,” he gritted. “Every part of you is mine. Say you want me. That you want me to fuck you and fill you until you scream.”
She could not say it. Because she was beyond words. Because he slid his fingers deeper still, and his possession of her was so intense, she could scarcely even breathe. He rubbed her bud, and she came again.
Stronger than before, her body tightening, and she was soaring. Flying. Coming apart.
She moaned his name as she spent against his hand, as she clenched on his fingers. As he proved to them both just how right he was. About her. About the way she felt for him. About everything. She was stretched and filled and throbbing, and no matter how much she wanted to resist him, she would never stop wanting him.
Damn his beautiful hide.
Not that she would admit it.
“You were right about one thing,” she told him instead in the aftermath of the