Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,92

fire. Long minutes later, after kissing me dizzy, he dragged his fingers up the seam of my folds.

Anticipation spiked.

Skating kisses and love bites down my neck and chest—sending the flames licking my spine jumping even higher—Ross lashed my nipple with his masterful tongue.

“Your hot pussy is melting and puddling in my hand,” he murmured against the tight, heavy flesh of my breast. “Soon, I’m going to put my mouth on you again. Clasp on to your hot little pussy and lap and suck all that sweet virgin juice from inside you…make you shatter on my face over and over until you can’t scream my name anymore.”

I was still whimpering from his salacious words when Ross slid a finger over my swollen folds. I gasped, then squealed when he swiped the pad over my thundering clit. Back and forth, he batted the stiff nub until my knees and core were quivering, until I clung to his shoulder with my uninjured hand and issued an unladylike animalistic growl.

The first time Ross touched me like this, I had no idea where or what I was charging toward. But I did now. Basking in each coaxing stroke of his fingers, and the lurid dirty words he continued whispering in my ear, I’d sped toward that euphoric pinnacle of pleasure like a silver bullet.

Grinding against his busy fingers, I threw my head back and mewled.

Notching up the pace and pressure with his devilish digits, Ross dragged his mouth across my chest. Bathing my other breast with wicked lashes of his tongue, he raked his teeth over my flesh, then nipped and tugged my throbbing peak.

I was burning alive from the inside out, and my keening cries echoed off the marble walls and melded with the hot steam filling the air as I ground wildly against his hand.

“Shatter for me, princess. Fly.”

Ross’s tone was so primal, so commanding, I was helpless to do anything but unravel. He strummed my clit with his thumb and pressed his fingers flat against my opening.

As a quaking bolt of lightning slashed my spine, I sucked in a ragged breath and sank my nails deep into his flesh. Body humming and muscles tensing, my tunnel clutched like a fist before violent convulsions seized my empty tunnel.

Shattering into a million exploding stars, I screamed his name.

“So fucking gorgeous. Yes, princess…just like that,” he panted as I continued grinding against the soft stroke of his thumb.

Slowly floating back to earth, I felt Ross’s body rocking rhythmically. Lifting my heavy lids, I found him, eyes closed and fisting his hard erection in long, vicious strokes. Mesmerized by the savage beauty lining his face and the brutal glory of his muscles bunching and flexing with each cruel stroke, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his fist.

Ross jolted. His eyes flew open, and I was surprised to see his dark, dilated pools visibly smoldering in need. Then without a word, he released his shaft and guided my hand to it. As I clasped my fingers around him, his hard, thick length jerked against my palm. Though Ross was hard as steel, his skin there felt like hot velvet. Enthralled by the unique sensation, I slowly stroked him, delighting in the feel of his thick veins skipping over my fingers.

“Fuck.”

The level of hunger in his growled curse, coupled with the heat flaring in his eyes, sent a shiver quaking through me.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” I whispered.

“You already are, princess. Your hand feels like heaven.”

“Please.”

As a tremor slid through him, Ross cupped my hand and squeezed my fingers until I was gripping him firmly.

“Fast and hard,” he bit out, guiding my fist up and down his length with brutal strokes.

His tawny nipples had grown darker and were pebbled in arousal, like mine always did whenever he looked, touched, or kissed me. As Ross continued directing my fist along his velvet steel, I leaned in and flicked the tip of my tongue over his beaded nipple.

A strangled cry of pleasure erupted from the back of his throat before he sucked in a long hiss. Though I didn’t really know what I was doing, his response filled me with empowerment. Letting go of self-doubt, I followed the primal urges unfurling within. I didn’t want to make Ross feel good. I wanted to coax the same euphoria from him that he did from me.

Swirling my tongue around his beaded flesh, I smiled against his skin when Ross cursed again. Then with a low growl, he