Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion #1) - Cari Quinn Page 0,101

She’d give up every drop willingly or he’d forcibly take them from her. Whatever tricks it took, he’d spend all night in this spot if necessary.

The whole world could watch them. Hell, might as well give them a show.

Sealing his lips around her clit, he sucked hard. Around his head, her legs trembled. Once, twice. Not nearly enough. With one hand, he probed her folds, and with the other still gripping her ass, he inched his fingers toward that tight pucker between her cheeks. She wasn’t expecting it. Didn’t know what to do when he started to slide inside. He could feel her resistance as distinctly as if she’d verbalized it, but he didn’t do anything but suck, and stroke, and slowly, slowly invade.

And when she cried out again, that long, low, hungry sound that reverberated against the mouth, he growled in response. “Mine.”

Almost as soon as he said it, she lifted, raising up above him like the nirvana he would never quite be worthy of reaching. Her tongue skated over the painful head of cock before traveling lower, along the side where his veins pulsed. She grazed the length of one right to the base, bouncing her pussy above his mouth just high enough he couldn’t close the distance. But she gave him her own kind of gift, one he could barely make out thanks to the disappearing sun. Tiny pearlescent drops of arousal clung to her lower lips, on the verge of falling free, and he strained toward her, finally clamping his hands around her thighs and slamming her back down on his face.

Hell yes.

This time, he didn’t hold back anything. He pushed a finger deep inside her while he worked her clit, earning every bit of her moisture. She wouldn’t deny him again. Even if that meant his aching cock bobbed free with only the uneven swipes of her fingers to stoke the fire in his belly higher. He didn’t need even that much. Just his mouth closed around her silky cleft while she pulsed through an orgasm would be enough to get him there.

He teased her between her cheeks again, not entering her this time. When he did that the next time, he’d have lube. Have something to make it easier for him to take her there like she was taking his finger inside her pussy. One finger, two. Three. He thrust them in and she clenched around them, riding his face just the way he’d dreamed. She was so wet. So hot. He slid his arm around her front to rub her clit, fast and hard, while he stroked his tongue inside her, relishing every one of the flutters of her pussy. She was going to come.

Finally, she’d soak his fucking face.

Yet again she darted forward, leaving him hanging as she gripped his erection in her hand and brought him to her mouth. He wasn’t supposed to come first. Shouldn’t have even been that close. But she scooped out the wetness in the little slit on the head of his cock, and that was all it took. Her fingers tightened and her tongue flicked over the swollen head, and he couldn’t do anything except turn his head to bite the back of her thigh along the crease where it met her perfect ass. His hips rose, driving him between her lips, and she didn’t shy away. She took him deeper, making the most seductive little noises in her throat while he emptied. Extending his orgasm almost to the point of pain.

Mindlessly, he bit her again, on the other thigh. She yelped around his still draining dick, which shouldn’t have made him laugh but so freaking did.

He was still laughing, still breathless from what she’d done to him when he hauled her back on to his mouth. He buried his tongue inside her again, and he clamped his arm around her hips to make sure she wasn’t getting away.

Not this time. She was going to drench his goddamn chin.

Circling her clit, he rubbed her until she bore down against him. Rocking against him and clamoring for more in high, thin cries that reached him even where he was nestled between her thighs. The roar in his ears grew louder, and it didn’t even matter that the last trickles of his release had been spent on his belly. This was her moment, and he hurtled toward it with her, yearning for the release as if it were his own.

“C’mon, Red,” he rasped against her folds in between