Sterling - A Carolina Reapers Novel - Samantha Whiskey Page 0,48

it again and again.

As many times as he needed for it to sink in.

“I want your teasing words,” I said, breathless. “I want your challenges, your jokes. I want your eyes on me in the arena. And I have an impossible time watching anyone else on the ice. Jansen, I want every single piece of you.”

“London,” he breathed my name, and I smiled up at him, my heart racing as every nerve in my body became a live wire.

I dug my fingers into his biceps, shifting and tugging until he spun, our positions replaced. He smirked down at me as he let me push him against the wall. But that smirk vanished as I dropped to my knees before him.

My fingers flew to his jeans, making quick work of the zipper and button. I yanked them and his boxer briefs down, practically moaning as his hard length sprang free.

Butterflies flapped in my stomach as I gripped his considerable length in my hand, my lips inching nearing. I’d never done this before, but my body, my soul, was screaming to devour this man. To show him what he meant to me.

So I dove in headfirst, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock and sliding it right on it.

“Fuck!” he hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair as I moved my mouth on him.

He flexed inside my mouth, his cock twitching as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive head. I moaned around him, rocking my head back and forth as I explored him. God, he tasted good—like heat and salt and Jansen. I pumped him with a hand while I sucked, working myself up just as much with every groan or growl that escaped his mouth.

Here, in this, I felt experienced. Capable of wrenching those sounds from him. His grip tightening in my hair.

I did that.

Me.

And it felt fucking amazing.

Doubt and worry dissolved in the wake of flames that consumed my body, my soul.

There was only this—Jansen, me, and the fire between us.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled, his length hardening another degree in my mouth. That grip on my hair intensified, and he tugged back. His cock sprang from my mouth with a little popping sound, and in the span of a blink, Jansen hauled me to my feet. “My turn.”

He stripped me bare in a matter of breaths, and before I could reach for him, he hauled me over his shoulder, giving my ass a light smack as he hurried up the stairs.

A delighted laugh ripped from my lips, and before I knew it, my back landed softly against a giant mattress.

Jansen smirked as he hovered above me, kissing his way down my neck, lingering on my bare breasts. “Fuck, I love these,” he said, palming each breast, flicking one nipple before he soothed the sting with his tongue. The sensation had me writhing beneath him, desperate and greedy for what I could feel hard between us.

“Jasen,” I moaned, rolling my hips upward.

He flashed me another cocky grin, planting kisses down my belly, over my hips, and—

“Omigod!” I screamed, my fingers flying to his hair as he licked me from slit to clit.

“Delicious,” he growled against my sensitive, slick flesh. He plunged his tongue inside me, and I arched off the bed. He gripped my hips and held me down, working me up with teasing strokes and feather-light flicks over that swollen bud.

I fisted the sheets above my head, my mind and body whirling with the sensation of his mouth on me. Everything inside me coiled and burned with each lap of his tongue, each grip of his strong hands on my hips, each satisfied growl against my flesh.

My breaths came too quick, my head spinning, my heart racing. I thrashed beneath him, the sounds coming from my lips slightly animalistic as I felt myself being pushed closer and closer to that sweet, sharp edge.

I lifted my head, and my breath caught as I saw him gazing up at me from between my thighs. The smirk on his lips was near devilish, and those eyes? God, they were wholly glazed and churning. He lowered his mouth again, fast and sharp, sucking on my clit with just the right pressure—

My back bowed as I shattered into a thousand pieces of sparkling light.

Jansen gripped my hips as I unabashedly rode his face, seeking out that pleasure like my life depended on it. He worked me through the throes of the orgasm, my body trembling beneath him.

He raised up, stalking up my

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