Rock Me Deeper (Licks of Leather #5) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,65

my hips, and spread my legs wider.

“You anxious to feel my tongue?”

I knew his question was rhetorical. Knew he was simply taunting me, driving my need to impossible heights. Lifting my head, I found Syd sensually poised above my cleft.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Enough talking. Enough waiting. I need your mouth on me. Now.”

Like fierce and ominous thunder clouds, demand rolled over his face. He wasn’t just going to fuck me; he was going to destroy me. With his gaze locked on my weeping core, Syd parted my swollen lips wider, spreading me open like a ripe plum. I watched as he slowly, deliberately extended his tongue and leaned in closer.

The breath caught in my throat when he lifted his heavy lids and stared up at me with searing hunger, then lashed my folds with his wet tip. I jolted as splinters of electricity spread from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. With an approving moan, Syd traced slow circles all around my quivering slit.

The bristly scruff framing his jaw scraped the insides of my thighs, sending sparks of fireworks sputtering over my flesh. A pitiful whimper escaped my lips as Syd pressed his tongue flat and dragged it up my center. When he began swirling and batting at my clit, I tossed my head back and dissolved against the mattress.

This was a totally different kind of bliss than what we’d shared in the past.

Syd was drowning me in a uniquely new and spine-bending type of ecstasy I had never experienced or dreamed possible.

I was lost in the reverent strokes of his tongue, spellbinding scraped of his teeth, and coaxing suction of his wicked lips, and he glided one, then two fingers into my needy core. My walls clutched, sucked, and fluttered around his magical digits as he strummed the secret bundle of nerves deep inside my core. Incoherent babble and pitiful whimpers leaked from my lips as he continued his relentless assault. The lewd and filthy words, wrapped in praise and awe, rolling off Syd’s tongue, thrust me to the fringes of oblivion.

Urgency mounted and hummed through my system, as my keening cries of desperation echoed off the walls. Syd’s demanding fingers, tongue, lips, and teeth were unraveling me by the second, and as a familiar numbness engulfed my tingling limbs, I knew I was coming apart at the seams.

Cresting the top of the tsunami building within, I was at the cusp of falling into the thundering waves when Syd lifted his suckling lips from my clit and eased his wiggling fingers from my pussy.

“No,” I mewled in frustration and confusion. Body screaming and throbbing for completion, I lifted my head. Blinking down at him as he licked my glistening juices from his swollen lips, I wailed his name.

“I’m sorry, angel.” He sighed contritely as he moved off the bed and strode to the dresser.

Tendrils of ice-cold rejection weaved within the blistering demand pulsating my system. “Sorry? Y-you can’t just stop and leave me hanging like this.”

Syd started and blinked. “Who said anything about leaving?”

“What are you sorry for?”

He flashed a crooked grin as he plucked a string of condoms from the drawer and quickly tore one open. Hissing as he rolled the latex down his hard cock, Syd prowled back to the bed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep eating your succulent pussy till you shattered on my face.”

Lifting my legs, he swung them over the mattress before climbing in between them and wedging my thighs open with his knees.

“But if I don’t get inside your hot cunt in the next ten seconds, my cock’s going to split wide open.”

Relief whipped through me so fast I nearly laughed. But I couldn’t even manage a smile as the agony and desperation teeming off his lust-hardened body surrounded me.

Gripping his cock, Syd began aligning his wide crest to my opening but winced when he tried to support his weight with his sore arm. Glancing at the smooth wooden headboard, he reached up to support himself but hissed out a curse instead. Frustration crawled across his face as he tried yet another position, only to abandon it as well.

“Lie down,” I instructed, rolling off the bed. “Let me be on top.”

I hoped Syd wouldn’t negate my suggestion. After all, when we were young, we rolled around and often ended up in that same position. Thankfully, he didn’t and stretched out on the mattress. Then he gripped the base of his cock, holding his thick saber in place so I could