Submitting to the Shadow (Kindred Tales #27) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,87
take those panties off and spread you open to see if I’m right—do you think?”
“If…if you want to, Sir,” Sammi moaned softly, lifting her hips submissively to allow him to pull her panties down.
“Good girl,” Roark growled as he stripped away the little panties and bared her pussy.
Sammi had shaved again—completely this time—and she thought she had never felt so bare and vulnerable as when Roark split her thighs wide with his broad shoulders and pressed his face close to her pussy.
“Gods, so lovely,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Now spread yourself wide for me, my darling,” he commanded. “Open yourself up so I can see how wet you’re getting for me.”
Blushing, Sammi did as he asked. With trembling fingers, she spread her outer pussy lips, showing her new husband her slippery inner folds.
Roark gave a growl of approval and lust and looked up at her, his pale eyes blazing.
“Why, Samantha,” he murmured, holding her gaze with his own. “I was right—your soft little pussy is positively dripping with honey. Why is that, do you think?”
“Be…because you were kissing me,” Sammi whispered. “Kissing…kissing my panties, Sir.”
“Mmm, so you’re saying this is my fault?” Roark raised an enquiring eyebrow at her.
Slowly, Sammi nodded.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I…I can’t help my pussy getting wet when you kiss me and make me feel so…so needy.”
“We’ll talk about what you need in just a minute,” Roark promised her. “But for now, since I caused this problem, I guess I ought to be the one to clean it up.” He gave Sammi a lustful look. “Tell me, Samantha, would you like me to give your soft little pussy a bath with my tongue?”
Sammi’s breath caught in her throat and pure lust surged through her so hard she couldn’t even answer. She could only nod her head and lift her hips, offering herself, begging for the pleasure he was offering her.
“Then I will,” Roark told her. “Now keep your sweet little cunt spread nice and wide for me so I can clean up all your honey, darling.”
Without waiting for a reply, he dipped his head low and began giving her the “bath” he had promised. Starting at the entrance to her pussy he took a long, slow, leisurely lick, dragging his tongue all the way up her spread folds and over her aching clit until he reached the top of her slit.
“Gods…” His eyes blazed again as he swallowed and looked up at her. “You taste so fucking good, Samantha. Can’t help myself—I need more.”
The last word was nothing but a growl and suddenly he wrapped his arms around her thighs to split her even wider. Sammi gasped as he dived down again, lapping more fiercely this time, feasting on her open pussy as he licked and sucked, cleaning her juices away with his tongue and then going back for more.
“Oh…oh, Roark!” she gasped. Her back arched and her hips bucked up as she rode his tongue shamelessly. So good—it felt so good. She could never get enough of the pleasure he offered just as it seemed that Roark could never get enough of tasting her pussy.
Over and over he lapped her hungrily, first circling her aching clit with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth to lash it fiercely until she cried out with pleasure and rose up to meet him again while she tugged at his hair.
At last Sammi started tilting over the edge. She was close…so close. She could feel her orgasm hovering on the horizon and she knew that when it hit, it would rock her entire soul to the roots.
But just as she was about to tilt over the edge, Roark pulled back, panting.
“Roark!” she cried, unable to help voicing her disappointment. “Why did you stop? I was almost there!”
“I stopped because I don’t want you to come on my tongue—not this time,” he growled softly. His eyes were glowing like pale flames and his mouth and chin were shiny with her juices. “I need you to come on my cock, darling, while I’m buried deep inside you, filling you with my seed.”
“All right—yes.” Sammi nodded eagerly. “Yes, Roark, I want that too. Please…please take me.”
“I will, but first I brought an old friend.”
“A what?” she asked, but he had already rolled over and was reaching into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. When he pulled out the tiny black hemisphere she remembered from their “experiments” with the Inseminator, Sammi bit her lip.