to her ripe breast and groaned. Caris cried out and pressed her fingers against my scalp as I sucked her silky flesh deeper.
I lifted briefly and flashed her a crooked smile. “That’s it, angel. Hold on tight. I’m about to take you on the ride of your life.”
Closing my mouth around her hard, glistening tip, I sucked deep, pressing the stiff peak to the roof of my mouth, then lashed her pebbled nub with my tongue. Caris’s delighted little whimpers, coupled with the restless sway of her hips teasing my impossibly hard erection with a barely there caress, were driving me mad. Leaving a trail across her cleavage, I seized her other breast, bathing it with the same commanding swirls and strokes of my tongue. Delighting in her gasps and hisses and the ripple of pleasure skipping through her, I skimmed my hands down her back, then gripped the cheeks of her ass. I rocked my hips and surged my throbbing, leaking, screaming cock against her juicy cunt.
Oh, I knew she was juicy. Knew her hot nectar was pouring into her panties, because I could smell her. Like an animal who identifies its mate by their unique fragrance, the scent of Caris’s arousal had been imprinted on my psyche long ago. With razor-sharp talons, the demand to sink deep inside her snug, slick tunnel, mark her soul, and claim her heart clawed deep.
“Please, Syd…please,” a desperate whisper tore from Caris’s lips.
“Oh, angel. You don’t have to beg me to make you feel good.”
“But I’m burning up. I’m on fire.”
Her breathless wail and heaving breasts, glistening with my saliva, made my cock want to eat the teeth off my zipper.
“You’re just smoldering, angel,” I murmured kissing my way down her soft, warm flesh.
Lowering to my knees, I worked the button of her jeans free, then dragged down the zipper. Her spicy musk, stronger and even more alluring, filled my senses. Ready to devour her, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her jeans and gripped the lacy fabric of her panties. Dragging both barriers down her thighs, I fixed my hungry gaze on the saturated dark curls framing her sweet pussy. I was all but drooling, imagining her swollen folds, pink lips, and distended clit. I slid her pants past her knees, down her calves, to her ankles. Caris quickly lifted her feet, kicking the fabric away. Clearly, her patience was at a premium, just like mine.
I gripped her thighs, wanting to spread her open and spear my tongue into her sinful core. Instead, I pressed my nose into her thatch of thick curls and filled my lungs with her carnal perfume, rebranding her scent to every cell in my body.
Drunk on her earthy ambrosia, I lifted my heavy lids and watched torment and bliss play across her face. Listened to her mournful groans and whimpers as I lightly dragged the tips of my fingers up the insides of her legs. Caris’s muscles quivered and quaked beneath my touch. And as I worked my way up her thighs, the wet heat pouring off her pussy enveloped my hands.
Using my thumbs, I ever so slightly parted her folds. Caris sucked in a deep breath and held it. No doubt waiting…wondering…anticipating my next move. When I simply darted my gaze between her expectant expression and her barely exposed swollen pink folds, Caris released the air in her lungs with a mighty exhale and looked down at me.
“What are you doing?” Her voice quivered. Confusion lined her face.
“Admiring the priceless view of your pussy, angel.”
“Do something other than look at it, Syd,” she panted.
“Like what?” I taunted, as a sturdy tremor quaked through her. Thumbs still pressed to her flushed flesh, I held her stare. My mouth watered as I hovered over her curls and cocked a brow. “Touch it? Lick it? Press my cock inside it, fill and stretch you with each thick, throbbing inch?”
Caris swallowed audibly and shook her head. “Y-yes.”
“But I’m not done warming you up yet, angel.”
Chapter 16
Caris
The man…no, the bastard was trying to drive me insane. And dammit, he was succeeding. The heart-melting happiness that had filled my soul when he sang my song morphed into needy warmth as he’d led me back to the lodge. But the instant his lips crashed over mine and he started dismantling me with his tongue, one potent sweep at a time, sent that warm igniting into flames. They’d grown into a raging bonfire that was singeing every nerve ending in my