Page 62 of Irresistibly Dangerous

“Your face was between my thighs, and you were teasing me with your tongue,” she finally admits in the softest of unsure whispers.

I don’t hesitate before I grip the hem of her shorts and yank them down past her ankles, then toss them onto the floor behind me. I haven’t been able to get the taste of her pussy out of my head since last week in Vegas, and I’m certainly not about to pass up an opportunity now. Not when she’s looking at me, talking to me, telling me she was dreaming about me.

Her hand is still covering her pussy, and I lift her fingers, and slip them one by one into my mouth, and licking her arousal off each of them. I groan, practically losing my mind right here.

“Take off your top. I need to see all of you beneath me.”

My pretty rose peels off her tank top, her tits swollen and heavy, and I lean down and capture one perfect nipple in my mouth, running the edge of the petals around the other. My hand slides down her stomach, my fingers swirling over her heated skin, until I reach her sweet, wet cunt.

“Oh, Georgie, you were already so close, weren’t you?” I slide two fingers straight into her, meeting no resistance, feeling every inch of her slick pussy as it grips me like it already knows my fingers won’t be enough to satisfy, but she wants them anyway.

I’m flirting with dangerous territory here. She woke up horny from a dirty dream, and this is the byproduct of it. She’s letting me touch her. She wants to come. But she hates me, and tomorrow she may regret this.

She shivers as I pump my fingers into her, my eyes locked on hers, unable to tear myself away as I tease the rose along her tits, stomach, and neck.

This is how it used to be. I’d go a few days without her, and then I’d grow desperate, itchy, unable to stand being in my own skin. I’d need her. In any form I could get her. I’d arrive at her school hours before we were set to meet, and I’d plant myself in a position where I’d be able to observe her coming out of class or with her friends, laughing, smiling, living the beautiful, normal life she deserved.

And I’d try—I’d fucking try so hard—to make myself walk away from her. I’d tell myself that everything I was seeing was everything she deserved, but it didn’t matter. I was always interminably hers. Unable to stay away. Needing her—only fucking her—like a drug.

I fall to my forearm, planting it in the bed beside her head, my face hovering over hers. “Look at me while I make you come. This is not a dream. These are my fingers fucking you. It’ll be my cock after that. Look at me and nowhere else.”

She shakes her head, my obstinate rose so unwilling to bloom for me when her body needs it so much.

I capture her bottom lip between my teeth, biting down on it until she whimpers and her nails scratch at my shoulders. “Eyes on me, Mrs. Moore.”

I pull back, using the rose to tickle her, sweeping it all across her skin, down through the valley of her tits and lower, swirling it around her belly button, and then to her mound. The blood red of the rose is such an incredible contrast to the white porcelain of her skin and her eyes, those dazzling green eyes…

God, she truly takes my breath away.

Slipping my fingers out of her, I tickle the rose up and down her slit, mesmerized by the sight of it. She makes a soft, impatient noise, and I smirk at her, but I also want it too badly to tease her and make her wait. Dropping the rose on the bed, I situate myself between her thighs and immediately French kiss the hell out of her cunt. Her hand rips at my scalp, her back arching high in the air.

“Oh fuck!” she cries out, her eyes pinching closed as she grinds up and into my mouth, pressing her body in deeper, seeking more friction.

I smack her inner thigh and then her clit, reminding her how this works, and when those eyes fall right back on me, it’s as if everything inside me is clicking back into place. I lick a dirty path from her asshole, ringing around her opening, all the way up to her clit, where I suck it into my mouth. She’s so very, very wet, and I feel her pussy quiver against me.

I grab her ass in both of my hands and dig my fingers in, using the tip of my tongue to flick her clit. She moans as I trace her pussy with my tongue, licking every inch of her before sliding it deep inside her. Her taste… by God, the way this woman tastes. Like fucking mine.

“Please, Lenox,” she begs. “More. Harder.”

I almost die. Right here. Her sounds and the way she begs me with my name on her lips has me fucking against her mattress. I dive in like a man possessed, holding her open as wide as I can for my tongue and lips and teeth to devour her. I fuck her relentlessly, eating her in a way that lets her know I’ve been starving for her.

I’m going to make her come, taste it on my tongue, and then fuck her into next week.

Two fingers rim her dripping opening, and I slide them back inside her, crooking them to find the spot that will drive her to the next level. All the while my tongue plays with her clit, teasing it, flicking it, sucking on it. Georgia shamelessly grinds into me, her hand still in my hair—her favorite place to be when I do this to her—as her legs wrap themselves around me.

She’s getting close, so very close, and I stare up at her across the valley of her body and find her propped up on her elbows, voyerishly staring down at me, watching me eat her. Her dark, dark eyes and her sweet sighs and moans and the way her teeth bite into her lip and her cheeks flush have me on the brink right along with her.

She’s all I can taste, breathe, smell, and feel. All her. Only her.

I piston faster into her, rubbing her front wall mercilessly, and when I suck her clit back into my mouth, she comes with a loud cry, her body squirming, and her pussy clenching around my fingers. But I’m not done. I want her to come again and again. I suck on her pussy, making her whimper and thrash.

“Ah! Lenox. It’s sensitive.”

I lighten my intensity, but I don’t pull away from eating her. Even as I’m tearing off my clothes blindly while I continue to lick and taste her. Once I’m naked, I give her one last kiss and take her legs and wrap them around my waist, rising up and staring down at her. I grab her tits and squeeze them roughly in my hands before I press them together and lick up the crease.

“Was that what you were dreaming about?”

She licks her lips and nods.

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