Page 163 of Charming Deception

I stand bared to him in the firelight as he drinks me in.

He tears off his own robe and tosses it aside.

I watch, practically panting already, as he goes down on his knees in front of me. It throws me so much, I’m not even sure what to do.

However, Jameson knows exactly what to do. And say.

He breathes hotly on my pussy. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long…”

“Oh god.” I tremble, burying my fingers in his hair. “Can I… can I sit down?”

“No.” He wraps his hands around me, cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing my flesh. He inhales my scent as my grip tightens in his hair. “You’re a queen.” He looks up into my eyes. “You stand, and I worship you.”

I make a little peep of shock when he licks my clit.

Then he kisses my pussy.

I can’t seem to process what’s happening, right in front of my eyes.

He told me exactly what he was going to do, but maybe I was too shocked to believe it. Or to fully absorb it.

But we’re naked now, and Jameson Vance, my fake fiancé, is down on his knees in front of me, his strong hands gripping my ass, pulling me to him as he feeds himself my pussy.

I’m very hungry, Megan.

My legs quiver as he suckles on my clit, and all my blood, all my awareness, races to the place where his mouth meets my body. It’s such a rush, I almost fall over.

You haven’t even glimpsed my appetite yet.

My knees threaten to buckle as his tongue lashes my flesh, over and again. My heart pounds so fiercely, it rattles my bones when I feel him groan, his mouth working feverishly between my legs.

I’m fucking shaking.

My whole body is on fire. My senses all snap to attention, to bask in every sensation as he lavishes me with pleasure. My fingers dig and twist into his hair, gripping him so I don’t fall right over.

But he’s holding me, and I know he won’t let me fall.

He’s too strong. Too sure of what he wants.

This.

My pleasure.

He makes out with my pussy like he’s in love with it and it tried to run away from him. Then he suckles my clit like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever wrapped his lips around. His touch is alternately brutal in its intensity and so devout, so sweet, so patiently indulgent, it makes me tremble and sweat with the mounting ecstasy.

The pressure gathers between my thighs, coaxed toward a dazzling pinnacle by his mouth.

I’m almost there…

Already.

He sucks my clit harder, making me gasp, then lavishes me with long, loving strokes of his tongue.

Then he sucks again.

Then he flickers the tip of his tongue gently over my clit, over and over, like he’s savoring the taste, and mutters, “Megan,” in a broken voice. And when he suckles again, greedily, the ecstasy screams through me in a burst of white light.

No. I’m screaming.

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