Page 51 of How Dare You

He lifts his face to look at me, his million-dollar smile looking even more tempting than usual with the wetness of my arousal on his lips. “You’re wrong,” he says, wrapping a firm hand around my ankle and propping it up on his shoulder before he does the same with the other on the opposite side. “These legs.” His words are a reverent whisper as he places a tender kiss inside one knee. He huffs a self-satisfied laugh. “You are very, very wrong, Devon Blake.”

He sets his mouth to my clit with an action that lets me know what he was doing before was only teasing. Immediately, I’m gasping his name, sensation spreading from my center in a fiery blaze.

His tongue is magic, testing out different paces and rhythms, each working for me in their own way, until he finds one that makes me cry out and dig my fingers into his hair, pressing his face into me. Yes, that. I need that. Encouragements race through my mind, but all words are lost on my tongue. He’s relentless, and I’m close, so close. But I need more.

“Rhett,” I find my voice, even if it comes out a bit breathless. “I need, I need—” He stops, which shouldn’t be a surprise, but is still a great disappointment.

“Tell me what you need.” He kisses the juncture of my thigh, then nips it with his teeth when I don’t respond quickly enough. “What do you need?”

Since when am I shy? “I need your fingers too.”

“Sit up,” he orders, so I do. His tattooed forearm comes forward, presenting his two middle fingers to me. “Suck.”

I swallow, my eyes focusing on his fingers. He meets me halfway when I lean forward, sliding them roughly between my lips, and I suck, laving my tongue around the edges and up the center seam, the action adding fire to my already wild arousal. Before I can think about what just happened, his lips are around my clit again-sucking, and tasting, finding the exact rhythm from a moment ago. He slides the two wet fingers inside me in a long, drawn-out motion, caressing around until he hits me just right and I gasp. I swear I feel him smile against me as he starts to press against that same spot, over and over.

I want to lift up on my elbows and watch him devour me, but he has me too weak to move, my head thrown back against bed, legs beginning to shake. The combination of his fingers and his tongue are a blissful onslaught, transporting me until the only thought in my mind is how incredible this feels. I pulse around his fingers, the pressure building to a peak, and I’m overcome with the sensation and arching into his mouth. He keeps working me through my climax, and doesn’t let up when it passes, but keeps on, holding my hips down with his free arm and working me ruthlessly to another peak, this one more intense than the last. I’m panting for breath by the time he releases me.

Rhett

This is it. This is the moment I’ve been dying for since I first had the privilege of her intense sapphire gaze focused on me. Devon Blake is unraveled, undone, out of control, and she’s trusting me to carry her through. The long, sensuous lines of her body are lit up by the light of the moon and the nearby crackling fire. Her peaked breasts lift and fall on heavy breaths, arms loosely draped around her blonde crown of hair, one knee bent open on the daybed, the other draped lazily off the edge.

My hands go to my waistband, undoing them while she looks up at the stars, dazed. She doesn’t notice I’ve undressed until she hears my jeans I drop to the pavers, my boxers following soon after.

She props up on her elbows, looking properly fucked, even though we’ve just gotten started. Hardened nipples point toward me, as her eyes trail up and down my body and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Long, slender legs that haunt my every thought spread slightly in a movement I doubt she realizes she’s making.

Grasping one ankle, I pull her forward, using my other hand to roll her onto her side briefly before I sit down on the edge of the bed. With each touch, each movement, she makes the sexiest little surprised breaths. I pull her into my lap, settling her with her back pressed against my chest, inhaling deeply the scent of her—flowers and peppermint, and run my hands down to the inside of her thighs.

Her contented hums shift into a sharp gasp when I pull her legs wide, lining them up with mine. She said one night, and I can’t believe that. I can’t give this up. Give her up. But I take the time to savor her anyway, my kisses nestling into her smooth, elegant neck as I run one hand through her wet sex, eliciting another sensuous moan, then up her body, watching the wetness glisten in the nearby firelight.

“Rhett,” she whispers my name, bracing herself with her hands pressed onto my thighs behind her and rocking her hips back to grind against my cock where it’s pressed against her ass.

“Yes, Devon?” I ask, returning my fingers to stroke her clit in soft, slow circles.

“Do you want to know what I need now?” she continues her slow grind against me.

With my other hand, I draw her face toward mine, kissing her long and slow. “More than anything.”

Sucking my bottom lip between hers and leaving it with a soft bite, she says, “I need your cock.”

I’ve imagined her on her knees begging for my cock, pulsing around me, saying any number of depraved things. But the reality of hearing that simple phrase spill so easily, confidently from her lips beats every single thing I’d mentally conjured up.

Between hot kisses, we agree we don’t need a condom, but I don’t move to grant her request, instead holding her legs spread wide and increasing the speed and pressure at her clit, until she whimpers into my mouth.

“You can have my cock,” I whisper to her. Immediately, she lifts her hips but I still her with the pressure of my hand. “As soon as you call me daddy.”

“You’re kidding,” she groans.

“You like giving into me.” I rock against her. “Don’t you want to come around my cock?”

“I really, really, do,” she whispers.

“Whenever you’re ready.” I ease up the pressure on her clit.

“No,” she gasps, slamming her hand down over mine to keep me from stopping. “Please.”

“You’re almost there, mama.” I press my lips on top of one narrow shoulder, kissing along to the soft spot at the junction of her neck.

“Don’t stop.” She says, her back pressing against my chest on a long breath.

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