Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,114

to unwind from around his waist. He looks over my body, watching the way my fingertips trail over my breasts, watching the way my chest rises and falls with my quick, needy breaths, and watching my eyes to see nothing but pure need, love, and commitment pulsing deep within them.

Not wanting to waste a single moment, he grabs my sweatpants and tears them down my legs, leaving me completely bare. I watch as his heated gaze swivels down my body, over my tits and stomach, all the way down to my weeping pussy, that not two seconds ago, his thick fingers were buried deep inside of.

He bites his bottom lip, almost as though he can’t believe his luck. “Fuck,” he breaths, unable to tear his gaze away. “I’ve been wanting to eat your sweet little cunt since the second I met you.”

Anticipation burns within me and I grin back at him. “Then what are you waiting for? It’s all yours.”

Carver groans as his eyes become hooded, the excitement nearly too much as he’s forced to adjust his cock in the front of his pants. He takes my knees and slowly spreads them, opening me wide and putting me on display just for him.

He licks his lips and I shudder, feeling my wetness beginning to soak me. His arms are hooked under my knees and in one quick pull, he drags me to the edge of the desk so that my ass is barely hanging on.

Carver drops to his knees, and I groan as I feel his warm breath against my pussy. But before I can even make a sound, his lips are against my clit and I’m crying out, his warm tongue proving way too much for me.

He holds me still, refusing to let me move as his tongue rolls over my clit. I have no choice but to push up and watch the show, because why the fuck not? My fingers knot into his hair as his tongue flicks against my center, teasing me as he slowly moves back and forth, an orgasm already building deep within me. “Oh, Fuck, Carver. Yes.”

His tongue is relentless and his lips are pure evil, but it’s the fingers that push up into me at the same time that has me screaming his name. “DANTE, FUCK.”

My grip tightens in his hair and his tongue only moves faster, his lips sucking harder and his fingers pushing deeper. My legs wrap around his head, my orgasm quickly building to levels I’ve never felt before, and if he’s not careful, I’m going to come all over his face.

His fingers scissor, and I suck in a gasp as his tongue rolls over my clit in a tight circle. My back straightens, my head tips back, and as I feel him smile against my clit, my orgasm tears through me like a tornado, destroying everything in its path.

My pussy clenches down on his big fingers, convulsing and holding him hostage as his tongue keeps working my sensitive clit, letting me ride it out. But fuck, I see no end in sight. It just keeps pulsing through me and wrecking me until I have nothing left to give.

I breathe hard, finding it nearly impossible to bring myself back to earth, and as my orgasm finally eases and my grip on his hair relaxes, Carver stands, bringing us eye to eye. His hand doesn’t leave my pussy, always playing, always teasing.

“That was …”

His lips pull up into one of those dorky half grins as his eyes focus heavily on mine. “Yeah,” he agrees just moments before leaning into me and kissing me deeply, letting me taste my arousal on his lips.

Not nearly done with him, my legs curl around his hips once again and I pull him in closer, not breaking our kiss. My fingers hook into the waistband of his low-riding sweatpants, and I slowly peel them down his hips until his cock springs free and points right at me, daring me to grab hold.

What can I say? I’m not one to skip out on a good opportunity.

I pull away, breaking our kiss, and as my gaze drops, I know the next hour is going to be one of the best of my life. I suck in a breath. I’ve felt his hard cock pressed against me many times before, but nothing compares to this. I feel him watching me as I take in his thickness, the angry, protruding veins leading up to his cut tip. Fierce and demanding,