Page 35 of The Wanderer

“You’re a lightweight and when I put you down, I’m going down,” he said, laying her on the bed gently, rucking up her T-Shirt and settling between her legs.

“Oh…”

That one muttered syllable gave way to a drawn-out moan as he swiped her pussy with his tongue, the first taste going straight to his head. Sweet. Addictive. Yeah, this was exactly what he needed to obliterate feeling and focus on doing.

He slid one hand under her ass and lifted her to his mouth, using the other to spread her slick folds wide. Her pussy glistened, inviting him to explore. So he did, thrusting his tongue into her over and over, alternating with grazing her clit with his teeth until he had her writhing.

“So good,” she muttered, her hand resting on his head, and when he raised her a little higher her fingers convulsed, tugging at his hair.

He didn’t mind a little pain mingled with pleasure, but he must’ve made some kind of sound because she lifted her head to look at him.

With her eyes wide and her lips parted, she looked wanton, ready for anything.

“You like me fucking your pussy with my tongue?”

He deliberately baited her with his crudeness to see what she’d do. She didn’t disappoint.

“Lie on your back and put your hands behind your head,” she commanded, surging into a sitting position and scooting back on the bed.

“Why?”

He threw the question out there, not caring about her rationale because he liked this take-charge woman and the way she owned her sexuality.

“Because I’m going to sit on your face.”

No murmur, no whisper, just a blatant statement that had him obeying her command in record time.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy,” he said, with a smug grin. “You know that, right?”

“I know you’re about to stop talking.”

She spread her legs either side of his head, giving him another up close and personal look at that pretty pussy as she lowered herself until she had her clit positioned right over his mouth.

He inhaled her muskiness as the tip of his tongue grazed her clit in a feather-light tickle designed to tease. He did it again, and again, until he heard her whimper.

“Logan…please…”

Only then did he increase the pressure, lapping at her with quick little licks, faster and faster until she was practically grinding her pussy into his face.

That’s when he sucked the sensitive nub of nerve endings into his mouth and bit gently. She came apart on a raw, primitive yell that raised the hairs on his arms. So fucking hot.

When his tongue darted out to lave her clit again she trembled and scooted down his body.

“You are a master at that,” she said, her expression of bliss making him grin. “Condom?”

“In my wallet. Left pocket of my jacket.” He made to get up and she pushed him back down.

“Let me.”

Thankfully she made quick work of finding it while he unzipped and pushed his jeans and jocks down. It would’ve taken too long to get undressed completely and with the taste of her still on his tongue he needed to be inside her now.

Sensing his urgency, she rolled the condom on with skilful precision, her firm grip reminding him of the way she’d handled him in the hotel, the way her mouth had felt on him…

“I need to fuck you,” he said, reaching for her, but she slapped his hands away.

“Put them back behind your head,” she said, swinging a leg over him. “I’m calling the shots.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, doing as he was told and settling into this real life fantasy of having a sexy, uninhibited woman taking what she wanted.

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