Page 21 of Lorcan's Obsession

Gripping my dress strap with his teeth, Lorcan tugged the thin fabric down my arm, one and then the other. When he spotted my braless breasts, the ravenous glow that lit up his silver eyes was nearly as rewarding as his touch on my perky tits.

“Fuck,” he growled. “These are amazing, Tristen."

Taking a pebbled nipple in his mouth, he flicked the sensitive peak over and over until I groaned his name.

“Say it again.”

“No,” I whined. “You have to get it out of me.”

I arched my hips with a pout—and slammed right into the monstrous outline of his hard shaft. Holy fuck. This guy had won the dick lottery. He had the cock to end all cocks. And I needed it to end my vagina.

My fingertips scrambled to unbuckle his belt, but he moved away from me, denying me access.

"Lorcan, I want more!"

"Patience, Tristen. I’m saving that for last. I'll give it to you so good your friends will know what happened without telling them.”

He was serious. And fuck, if that threat didn't make me hornier. We had to get to DEFCON dick ASAP.

"You should take the rest of my dress off. And my panties," I cooed.

A strangled noise vibrated at the back of his throat once he hooked his fingers on the seams of my white panties. I lifted my ass so he’d take them off. He bunched my panties in a fist, bringing them to his nose and taking a long sniff.

"The stars have aligned. You are my first, and your pussy smells like honey on a dewy morning at the crack of dawn. Sweet and fresh. I'm gonna be buried between your legs for a while, Tristen."

Poetic words, but all I heard was, "I was his first." Propping myself on my elbows, I cocked my head at him.

"You're a virgin?"

"Of the tongue, yes. I've never gone down on a girl."

"Why? None volunteered?"

"None of them were worth my time or effort."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

Sure, this guy had been two steps ahead of me a few times, but I had picked him because he was an easy target, someone down for a one-time fling and quick escape. But if I wasn’t playing for keeps, it could only mean he was actively chasing me.

Fuck.

Not a complication I was expecting.

And what did "worth his time" even mean?

Shockingly, it meant I struck pussy-eating gold.

I may have been his first, but there was no mistaking his talent. That tongue was incredible, drawing circles, left and right, up and down. It gave soft kitten licks and long, sensual strokes. And his sucking was tender enough to keep us going as long as we needed. If my head was clearer, I probably would have come twice right then.

Instead, I warred with euphoria and revelations, feeling conflicted with every brush of his tongue.

"Ah, yes, keep going, Lorcan."

His palm was splayed on my lower belly to keep me from writhing my hips as he continued feasting on my center.

Maybe I should call my friends later and ask for their advice. "Hey ladies, I’ve got a guy. He thinks I’m worth his time, doesn't take no for an answer, and seems to have figured out how to render my arguments useless. What’s your diagnosis, WAP?"

"Mmm...yes," I moaned absently when his hands began stroking my thighs.

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