Mr. Bossy Devil - Lindsey Hart Page 0,35
hang on for dear life. Good grapes, how is it possible for a guy to have such soft hair? Oh right. He has lots of money, which can buy you just about anything.
The third and fourth pass nearly make me lose my mind.
I’m not a screamer as I think that’s just overdone. I don’t need to bellow my lungs out in an effort to convey that I feel pleasure, but holy hotdogs, I kind of want to let out some feral sounding noises at the moment, and Raiden hasn’t even touched my clit yet.
Not because he doesn’t know where it is. I know he can find it. I also know he’s going to try and drag this out just to prove a point. Raiden is like that. He’s competitive, and he thinks I’m thinking about the incident from last time though I’m not. Well, maybe just a little, but he’s right. I might bug him about it, but it was kind of a compliment, which is exactly why I’ve spent so much time trying not to think about it.
As if he knows I’m too much up in my head and not enough in my body, Raiden’s tongue takes another hot pass and then arches upward, gently flicking against my clit before his lips are there and he suckles the tight little bud into his mouth.
Bling and bananas! My hips rock hard right into Raiden’s face, and my nails are probably going to leave a permanent mark against his skull.
He keeps it up, dancing away from my clit, flicking it with his tongue, and doing all sorts of crazy, fantastic, and un-freaking-believable thing with his mouth for a good few minutes while I writhe and buck and do all sorts of crazy, fantastic, and un-freaking-believable things to his face. Basically, I’m riding it while standing up.
To his credit, Raiden knows what he’s doing. I don’t want to think about how he got the experience or the fact that I can’t possibly measure up to the perfect looking women he’s been with—women who have money, talent, fame, and more. Women who are basically unattainable to the rest of us. For the most part, I’m successful, partly because Raiden is doing things with his tongue that I didn’t think were humanly possible.
Just when I think he’s done about everything he could, he curls his tongue and thrusts it up inside me. The lady cave has never had a tongue inside her that felt like that. Full. My god, I feel so full. How can his tongue do that?
Raiden makes a noise of pleasure low in his throat. There’s a suckling, slurping sound that I’m embarrassed is coming from me. The wet sounds of him eating me make me want to push his face away and run for cover because it’s so light out, and I’m half-naked here, and we’re in the middle of the woods, and I know I’m far from perfect, and what if I taste weird?
My tirade of self-doubt gets cut off when Raiden goes back to attacking my clit with his tongue. This time, he lets his fingers in on the action. He curls not one, but two fingers inside me, and holy, if I thought I was full before…
He does perfect things with those fingers. He thrusts slowly, letting me savor the sensations before he curls one finger and hits the spot inside me that is like a magic button. Between that and what he’s doing with his tongue, it makes all the wicked, furious heat boiling and curling inside me explode.
When I come, I don’t know if I make a weird face, if the sky falls in, or if the earth truly is moving or not. I just know it feels good. So, so good. I’ve never felt anything this good. This might be a life-ending kind of good—certainly life-altering. I’m not sure my body is even still together.
When I open my eyes, I expect to find some gory scene with bits and pieces of me scattered all over since it felt like I fell apart, but all I see is Raiden smirking up at me with a very satisfied grin on his face.
“I told you that I could make you scream,” he informs me.
I guess maybe there really is such a thing as karma because something black and huge goes clicking through the air and lands straight on Raiden’s forehead. I open my mouth to show him what a real scream is because that thing looks like