Page 60 of Pack Fever

My body has a mind of its own because I do as he asks.

He bundles my thong in his hand before he stuffs it into the back pocket of his jeans.

“That wasn’t so hard now,” he muses while lifting my skirt with a hand, his eyes glued on what’s underneath.

I’m trembling as his lips curl upward, and he pushes my skirt up to my belt and tucks it in for easier access.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning his face toward me, his breath right on the apex of my thighs.

Every inch of me buzzes. Then he takes a deep inhale.

“Fuck. You have no idea how good you smell.”

His words sing in my mind while he pushes my legs into a wider stance with his hands.

“Let me see all of you, little mouse. Let me taste you.”

“A-Aren’t there cameras in here?” I ask nervously, staring around quickly and not seeing any.

“Don’t worry about them.” His mouth is on me in a heartbeat, his tongue pressing into the folds of my crease, finding my clit with ease.

A starved cry rises from the back of my throat as my hands push through his hair, knowing he’s going to destroy me. My hips move on their own as his finger strokes my length before he pushes one into me. I clench against him.

“God, yes! How can this feel so incredible?” I murmur.

He releases me, and I jerk my gaze down at him, frowning, shaking with need.

“Am I the first to lick your gorgeous pink pussy?” His finger plays inside me, thrusting, making talking close to impossible when I just want to push his face back where it belongs—between my legs.

He pushes deeper into me, followed by a second finger, making me gasp.

“Yes,” I breathe out.

His grin widens, as though I’ve just presented him with the best gift in the world.

“I assume then, Seth was the first to finger you by what he was telling us about your reaction at the club?”

Slightly taken aback by his comments, I shake my head.

“No, he isn’t, but he is the first man to ever bring me to orgasm.”

There’s a slight dent in his smile, but then it turns into something almost challenging. Then he’s laughing.

“The orgasm I’m about to send you on won’t even compare to Seth’s.”

“I don’t really think this is a comp?—”

His long, thick tongue flicks back out, sliding in between my crease, licking me like ice cream. He holds my gaze with those blue, ravenous eyes.

I soften against the wall, groaning for more.

“I’m going to eat your little cunt until all your juices flow over my face, and you surrender yourself to me completely. Until you tell me that you’re mine.”

Then his tongue flicks my clit, stoking the inferno building inside of me. His mouth clasps hold of me as he pulls his fingers out, then that devious tongue takes their place. I try to think of what he said just moments earlier, but it’s impossible to concentrate.

My hands are now pressed to the wall behind me to steady myself while purrs roll over my throat. I rock myself against his face.

Barely hanging onto any control, I can’t move as he sucks down on me, tasting and licking all of me. He strums my clit faster and slides two thick fingers back into me again.

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