Rock Me Slower (Licks of Leather #3) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,64

caress across my sensitive nub.

Pretending my fingers were Ozzy’s tongue, I brushed a long, slow stroke up my core and circled my swollen clit with a wicked tease, the way he always did. I could almost feel his heated breath wafting over my folds, hear his low, guttural moan of approval as it vibrated against my wet flesh.

I inched my hand lower and inserted my fingers, coating them with the slick, hot juices spilling from inside me. Then I flicked my clit, the way Ozzy did with the tip of his tongue…teasing and toying with the aching button.

“Please,” I moaned to Ozzy’s apparition. “Please lick me…put your mouth on me and take this ache away.”

My fantasy man responded with a hungry grunt and covered my weeping core with his luscious lips, then drove his tongue deep. I bucked and writhed against my plunging fingers, mimicking his movements conjured in my brain. Imaginary whimpers and groans filled the air as Ozzy’s busy tongue drove me higher and higher.

“Tell me.” His lust-honed whisper tickled my ear.

Demand slammed down my spine, numbed my limbs, and surged to my clit. A desperate cry rolled from my throat as I arched my hips off the bed.

“Let me…come, Ozzy. P-please… I need to…” I breathlessly panted to my ghostly lover.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Suffer a little longer for me.”

Those weren’t the words stamping my brain.

Eyes flashing wide, I jerked my hands from my core. There, on the side of the bed, stood Ozzy, furiously fisting his hard, thick erection. Eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight, my orgasm sputtered and stalled.

“W-what are you—”

“Shhh.” Still pumping his weeping cock, Ozzy licked his lips and moved in closer. “Fingers back on your pretty pussy, Mia. I want to watch you get yourself off, like we used to.”

A forbidden thrill skipped through me as restless memories of us feeding our voyeuristic fantasies like this made my heart race and my head spin.

The sheer power of him brutally bludgeoning his cock, the muscles of his arm bulging and bunching were so beautifully raw and primal it was swiftly dissolving my resistance.

Ozzy Page was my Kryptonite.

I couldn’t allow him to drive inside me, pummel my body with pleasure, and shatter my heart. But I couldn’t send him away, either. Every cell in my body was screaming for relief.

“Use your fingers and spread your wet lips apart. Show me your glistening slit.”

A quivering whimper escaped me as I complied.

“Oh, yes,” Ozzy hissed, gripped his shaft tighter, pumped faster, and sucked in a quaking breath. “So pink…so pretty. I can taste all that glistening nectar on my tongue.”

The hunger gleaming in his dark eyes, the sound of his raspy tone, and the copious pre-come dripping from his wide crest reignited the orgasm still simmering within.

“Strum your swollen clit. Pretend my lips are wrapped around it, sucking that succulent nub deep in my mouth, batting it and feeling it pulse on my tongue.”

“Oz,” I groaned as a surge of juice slid over my fingers.

“I’m right here, baby,” he growled in that sexy-as-fuck bedroom voice. “That’s it…shove those fingers deep inside your pretty cunt. Fuck, I wish I had my mouth on you…tongue fucking you to oblivion.”

His hand was a blur as he furiously pounded his glorious erection, pummeled his swollen purple crest engorged in blood and need. I was dying to sit up, wrap my lips around his blunt crest, and lave my tongue over the shimmering, slick nectar spilling from his angry tip.

“Wish my cock was slamming in and out of your silky, sucking pussy,” he panted.

Soaring higher and higher, I wasn’t going to last much longer. Ozzy knew it, too. Knew what those filthy, erotic words rolling off his tongue were doing to me. Knew I was letting him crawl inside my head and take possession of my orgasm.

“You’re going to come hard for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“Yes, you are,” he panted. “You’re going to scream my name while your hot, silky walls clutch and milk your fingers.”

“Oh, god, Oz.”

“And I’m going to shower you…splatter my scalding-hot seed all over your soft belly and your beautiful tits.”

Fingers plunging in and out of my soft center, I was quickly surging toward the point of no return.

“Tell me, Mia.”

“Close,” I gasped. “So…close.”

“I know. I can see your pussy sucking at your fingers. Like it sucks my cock.” A tortured groan rolled from his chest. “Fuck… Now, Mia!”

As my inner walls clasped tightly around my fingers, I arched my hips off the bed. Every muscle