Playing For Her Heart - Megan Erickson Page 0,6

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She squirmed and balled the comforter in her fists and gasped out her breath in pants. Just when she thought she couldn’t take enough, he stopped.

And then the tongue-fucking began.

No one had ever done that to her, but this man, God what a tongue he had on him. He must’ve practiced on something, because it was exquisite the way he worked her entrance.

By the time he moved back to her clit, she was a stuttering mess. She didn’t know who she was supposed to be anymore. Hell, she didn’t even know her real name, if he asked. All she knew was this man was leaving bruises where he clutched her thighs and his tongue was making her come and she never wanted this moment to end.

Her climax was a force, curling her toes in her boots, clawing her fingers, and arching her back as she sobbed out a cracked scream. For a second she swore her heart stopped with the force of the reaction that shocked her body.

When she came to, limp on the bed, Breck’s head was on her thigh, his hands stroking her belly.

She brushed her hair off her forehead and tried for a smile, although she knew it was thin. Chloe didn’t think all the muscles in her face worked yet. “How’d a soldier like you learn how to lick a woman like that?”

He laughed, his lips swollen and wet from his attention to her. “I can’t share all my secrets.”

He rose slowly to his feet, unlaced his pants, and dropped trough.

His cock stood out from a thatch of blond hair. She managed to gather her elbows under herself and rise slightly to get a better look.

His thighs were muscular, covered with soft golden hair and she wanted to sit up, stroke her hands up the back of those legs, grab his ass, and suck on his rigid length.

As if he knew what she was thinking, his lips quirked and he wrapped his hand around his shaft and stroked slowly. Once. Twice. The third time he added a twist at the tip and the head glistened with moisture. She licked her lips, and he took a step forward.

“Can you sit up, Princess?”

She huffed a little under her breath. “You think me weak?”

His laugh was short. “You’re anything but.”

She sat up, and his hand rested on the back of her head, guiding it toward where he grasped his shaft in a tight fist. Instead of asking her to open her mouth, he painted her lips with his slick tip. He smelled like a mix of sex, cologne, and wine. It was heady and for a while, as he teased the head of his cock between her lips and back out again, she forgot where she was. She only existed here, in this moment, to give this man pleasure and receive it in return. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor, the weight of a cock on her tongue.

And then she hollowed out her cheeks and began to bob her head.

“Fuck,” Breck swore under his breath. His cock left her mouth abruptly and when she opened her eyes, his cock was angry and red, and he was holding the base tightly.

A muscle in his jaw clenched. “First time I come inside you, it’s sure as fuck not going to be your mouth.”

His words shot a bolt of lust down her spine and her inner muscles clenched.

He bent down, grabbed something from his pants, and then she was flat on her back, a naked man on top of her, his hips snugged between her thighs…

And he was kissing her.

His lips were so hot she swore he was burning the skin off hers. His tongue was swirling, dueling with hers in an imitation of what he’d done between her legs.

When he broke off the kiss and began working his way across her jaw and down her neck, that’s when she realized this was the first time he’d kissed her. They hadn’t done it when she walked into the hotel room. He’d licked her to orgasm, and she’d sucked him like a lollipop, all before they ever got their tongues in each other’s mouths.

It felt kind of Pretty Woman-ish.

Chloe wrapped her legs around Breck’s naked hips, her skirt open on the bed around them. She imagined she looked thoroughly debauched—bare-breasted, skirt thrown up around her hips while he fucked her.

He was thrusting against her, his bare cock, hard as steel, slipping between her wet folds. She could hear it, the obscene