Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,36
between us and beg me to lick her pussy, suckle her clit, and tongue fuck her to oblivion? Or would she keep the barrier between us in place and refuse to let me inside her soul again? There was only one way to find out.
“Tell me…”
“I need you to…”
“Need me to what?”
Mia lowered her lashes and shook her head. “You know.”
I did, but a foolish part of me still wanted to hear her say it. Clearly, she had no plan to win my heart back merely by spreading her legs. Good. It was going to take a hell of a lot more than that anyway. But it drove home the truth… This was nothing but a temporary thrill. Still, I needed to make sure we were both on the same page.
“You don’t have to say it. The past is the past. But you do understand what we’re doing now doesn’t mean anything, right?”
Mia sat up and lifted her chin defiantly. “Of course it doesn’t. I’m not a na?ve nineteen-year-old anymore, Oz. Now shut up and use your mouth for something besides talking.”
I arched my brows in warning. “Good thing this isn’t the past, or you’d be over my knee with a white-hot ass right now, you sassy wench.”
She rolled her eyes and pointed to her pussy. Like an idiot, I made the mistake of peering down at her swollen pink folds, glistening with need, and nearly groaned. Despite my screaming cock, I let Mia think she’d won the battle. But like a sadistic chauffeur, I planned to drive her up, down, and all around before allowing ecstasy to consume her. She’d find out soon who was really in control.
I quickly tugged off my shirt and peeled off my jeans, then sent her a hungry stare. “Lie back so I can eat your sweet pussy.”
With a shiver, Mia complied.
Keeping my stare locked on hers, I spread my fingers and dragged my hands up her thighs, savoring the feel of her silky skin and the quiver of muscles raking my palms. Anticipation stamping her face, Mia bit her lip and slightly jolted when I pressed my lips to the inside of each leg. Flicking and licking her soft flesh with my tongue, I methodically worked my way to her sweltering, flowing core.
“Remember me teasing my way to your hot little cunt like this?”
“Oz,” she moaned pitifully.
“You do, don’t you? What else do you remember, sweetheart?”
“That you never talked this much during sex,” she quipped with a sassy smirk.
“Oh, yes I did. I always talked dirty to you because you liked it.” When I nipped the flesh at the top of her thigh, Mia yelped and jolted before I stroked my fingers through her saturated curls. “You want me to talk dirty to you again?”
“No. I want you to use your tongue for something else. Now.”
“Something like this?” I teased, lapping the moisture from her soft curls. The minute her flavor hit my tongue, a surge of demand slammed me. It took all the control I possessed not to part her swollen folds and feast on her nectar.
“You’re definitely getting closer.”
“Show me where you want my tongue. Reach down and rub the spot you need me to lick.” The flare of arousal in Mia’s eyes damn near stole my breath.
“Since when did you need a road map?”
“Oh, I don’t need a map, baby. I just like watching you play with yourself.”
“That’s still a hot button for you, huh?”
“Hell yeah.”
Mia sighed and dropped a hand between her legs. I watched, mesmerized as her fingers disappeared beneath her golden curls. A soft sigh escaped her lips and a visible tremor skipped through her as she stroked her clit. As she glided her finger from side to side, I bit my jealous tongue to keep from pushing her hand away to bat and suck on her little nub.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“You know the answer.”
“I do.” I smirked. “But I want to see how wet. Show me. Stick your finger in your cunt and gather up your juices.”
With a soft whimper, she lowered her hand farther and reached deep inside her flowing center. Hips rocking, she plunged in and out of her tempting passage, riding her finger. My cock grew impossibly harder.
“Pull it out…let me see.”
Lifting her hand, she raised her glistening digit. I captured her wrist and drew her finger into my open mouth. As her warm, tart essence exploded over my tongue, I let out a hungry growl.