Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,97

I murmured before wrapping my mouth around her breast and pulling her warm flesh deep.

A low moan rolled from the back of her throat as I laved my tongue and scraped my teeth over her stony peak. As I bathed her other breast in the same sweet torture, Harmony gripped my head and writhed even more.

“Please, Ross,” she begged in a smoky, desperate tone. “I need your mouth on me.”

“My mouth is on you, princess.”

“No, I mean…down there.”

“Down where?” My lips tugged in a crooked smile as her cheeks turned pink.

“You know.”

“You mean on your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Where do you need my mouth?” I taunted. “Tell me.”

“Down there.”

“Say the word, Harmony. Say pussy.”

“It sounds so…dirty.”

“It’s not. Yours is the sweetest pussy on the planet, princess.” Easing her back onto the mattress, I dragged my fingers through her saturated curls. “Say it for me.”

“Pussy,” she whispered as I stroked the seam of her wet folds.

“Good girl.”

As a reward, I glided my lips down her heated and oh-so-soft, velvety flesh. Wrapping my hands around Harmony’s slender thighs, I parted her legs and drank in the sight of her swollen pink folds as a tiny sigh slid off her lips.

Using my thumbs, I spread her wet flesh open and growled. My mouth was watering as I parted my lips, flattened my tongue, and swiped it straight up her center. Her earthy tartness exploded over my taste buds, sending arcs of fire zipping through my veins. Harmony squealed and damn near levitated off the bed. I loved her uninhibitedness. Loved her guttural cries and whimpers when I plied her with sensation.

With my mouth clasped on to her flowing pussy and my tongue busy circling her innocent entrance, I pressed a wide palm to Harmony’s stomach, anchoring her to the mattress. I began lapping at her with purpose and skated my other hand up her body to pluck and burnish her taut, sensitive nipples.

Bucking and straining against my laving tongue and scraping teeth, Harmony gripped my head tighter as needy, incoherent pleas spilled from her lips. It was only a matter of minutes before her keening cries echoed off the walls. Still eating at her like a man possessed, I watched and felt as her muscles seized. Her limbs trembled. And as she pulsed and spilled all over my tongue, Harmony screamed my name.

Sucking every sweet drop from her quivering cunt, I welcomed the lightning sizzling my system. Though my cock was screaming in demand, I knew Harmony wasn’t ready for me to strip away her innocence. Okay, maybe I wasn’t mentally ready to inflict that pain.

Buying time to get my head and heart aligned, I let her savor the ecstasy ricocheting through her and stared up at her from between her still-trembling legs. The pleasure playing across her face, her glassy unfocused eyes, and the quivers tripping through Harmony’s body were awe-inspiring.

While she was still panting and riding blissful aftershocks, I swirled my tongue around her clit and started ramping her back up.

“More,” I growled.

Her guttural groans vibrating over my tongue lashed my spine and made the blood—already blistering my veins—burn even hotter.

Harmony had been right. I had thought about this day…obsessed and planned for weeks. But the further I sailed her to a second peak of pleasure, the more I worried about losing control. Mentally shaking my useless guilt away, I focused on gliding her higher. And soar she did, shimmering in the moonlight, like a stunning, elegant snow dove.

When her raspy moans melded into low, keening cries, my heart squeezed and my gut clenched. Cock screaming in demand. Nerves singing like a fucking choir. Anxiety gripped its hands around my throat as if I was the virgin here. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly lifted from her sweet, spilling cunt.

It was time.

Time to change this innocent beauty into a woman.

Time to claim her and make Harmony mine.

I climbed her body, pressing every inch of my hard, solid frame to her soft, pliable flesh. Though she was scalding me with heat, I hovered over her and drank in the contours of her beautiful face. Her lips were parted. Each of her panted breaths teased my mouth. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, and swimming in desire.

I captured every nuance, every essence of her erotic beauty and branded it to my memory.

“I’m ready. Do it,” she whispered pitifully.

I bent and peppered tender kisses over her jaw, working my way to her addicting lips. Brushing them ever so lightly, I growled. “I’ve waited an eternity for