One Exquisite Touch (The Extravagant #2)- Lauren Blakely Page 0,50
with cocks. I haven’t tasted her, and that’s first on my agenda.
After Daniel excuses himself to take off for a meeting at the Bellagio, I head to the portico with Sage, who’s called her driver. The second the limo door slams, I pounce on her, pinning her to the long leather seat in the back, grateful the partition is up. Raising her arms above her head, grabbing her wrists, grinding against her. Moaning, she wraps her legs tightly around my hips.
“Did you like it when he fucked you with that toy back there?” I push my rock-hard cock against her center as I rasp out the question, a tight edge to my voice, since she likes that, since I feel it.
“You know I did, Cole. Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?”
“Tell me,” I demand, hungry for her, hungry to know how dirty she is, how kinky she is. “Tell me how much you loved it.”
“I fucking loved it. You’re right. I love coming. I love it when you make me come. I love when you and Daniel make me come.”
My vision goes hazy as desire rockets through me. “You like when we both find ways to fuck you,” I say as I let go of her wrists and move down her body, hiking up the skirt of her dress.
“I do. I love it all.” She raises her hips, begging me with her body. Begging for anything I can give her. Begging to be taken.
“You’re so fucking ravenous, sweetheart. You want it all, don’t you?”
She rocks up as I pull the black lace panties down her legs and over her heels, tossing them onto the floor of her car as the limo moves slowly through traffic.
“I want everything,” she says, breathless and bothered.
“Then get those sexy legs wrapped around my neck. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue,” I say, and she parts her legs, inviting me to devour her pussy. She’s so aroused already, so pent-up, so fucking wet from what we did to her at the bar. I spread her open, dip my face to all of that glistening wetness.
My eyes squeeze shut as a jolt of pleasure so fucking intense I swear I will feel it for days slams into my spine.
I lick her. I kiss her. I get drunk off the sexy, sensual taste of her arousal. I slide my hands under her ass, lift her pussy closer to my face, and eat her.
She can’t even form words anymore. She’s moaning, thrusting against my face, her gorgeous legs wrapped tight around my neck. I devour her sweetness, flicking my tongue against the delicious rise of her clit as she cries out.
My dick thumps against my slacks, hard as iron, begging to get inside her. But I intend to give her orgasms in every possible way, starting with this. I flick my tongue where she wants me most. She grabs at my hair, tugging it, yanking me closer, and in seconds, this decadent, sinful woman is bucking against my face, shoving her pussy against my tongue, shamelessly rocking her hips against me.
I follow her every move as I drink in the delicious taste of Sage Carmichael aroused beyond reason. She pulses against me, shaking, tightening her legs. Nothing but incoherent sounds fall from her lips until she grips me even harder so I can barely breathe, but I don’t care.
Not one damn bit, since she’s flooding my tongue and drowning my senses in this delicious taste.
Her.
I lap her up, savoring every last drop of her orgasm. Then I rise, park myself on the seat, and unbutton and unzip my pants. I reach for a condom in my pocket, then grab her hand, tugging her up.
“Get on top of me. I want to fuck you and kiss you at the same time.”
In seconds, Sage climbs over me, rolls the protection down my length, then straddles me. She drops down on my dick, her pussy swallowing my cock in one mind-bending, lust-rattling move.
I grab her hips, gripping them, staring into her sex-drunk eyes, cataloging the flush in her cheeks, the crazy hunger I see written all over her face. With one hand on her hip, I raise the other one to the back of her head, drag her close, and whisper against her luscious mouth as I thrust up into her cunt. “Get those lips on me. You can taste how delicious you are, Sage.”
She crushes her lips to mine, like she’s devouring me.