Page 42 of His Wild Attraction

I pulled them down, needing to feel his velvet-covered steel in my grip with no barriers between us.

My pussy contracted on air, arousal spilling down my thighs. I was so fucking hot for this man. Needed him so badly.

“Goddamn, Lupina. So fucking perfect. Lay back. Spread your legs.”

“W-why?”

“Cause I want to taste what’s mine,” he growled, and my eyes rolled back.

I was panting with need at that point, and my body obeyed his command.

I leaned back, not caring about my belly rolls or the way my thighs jiggled when I spread my legs for him.

“So fucking perfect,” Andres growled.

He tugged my thong to the side, revealing my slick sex to his searching gaze. I covered my eyes. Then I dropped my hands.

I wanted to watch him. To see his expression when he tasted me.

Fuck. It felt so naughty to want those things.

But sometimes naughty was nice, right?

“You’re dripping, Lupina,” he moaned.

He actually frigging moaned.

Like I was one of those triple decker chocolate fudge brownies the café on the corner served. I only knew they were good because Meredith’s husband was forever plying her with those decadent desserts.

His head dipped down, bringing him closer, ever closer, to where I needed him. But he stopped just short of the mark.

“Andres,” I moaned, flexing my hips.

“So needy, Wife. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I will always take care of you, Lupina,” he growled before he pounced.

Holy. Fuck.

Andres closed his hot mouth over my pussy, sucking my clit inside his wet warmth, and I moaned.

Sensation after sensation slammed into me one by one, like a freight train going off the rails.

Pleasure built upon pleasure, colliding into me with such force, my legs shook.

I’d never had a man do what he was doing to me. Eating me with such fervent desire.

“Keep your legs wide,” he commanded, and I fought against the urge to squeeze them shut.

Andres hummed against my sex, his tongue laving at me, and I almost imploded. His sensual assault was relentless, delicious, and fervent.

I had no choice but to hold on and take it.

And I did.

My hands clutched at his short hair, and I lifted my hips, flexing against his mouth, working my body into a frenzy.

“That’s it, Lupina. Take your pleasure from me,” he murmured, making his tongue stiff but not moving.

“Andres,” I moaned, needing more.

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