Page 28 of Love Lies Bleeding

“Eyes on me, baby.”

I want to defy him but the need to please him seems to win out and his gaze is dark and intense as he stares at me like I’m the lamb and he’s the wolf.

“That’s my good girl.”

God, I’m fighting the urge to purr at his praise, my entire body tingles with it. I’m not this girl, I do what the fuck I want and fuck everyone else, and yet I want to be his, and only his.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard I am right now to think that I’ll be the first man to put his mouth on your pussy?”

I shake my head and he hums. “So fucking hard. Feel.”

Taking my hand, he wraps our fingers around his cock, and it’s like steel. Thick and long, silky smooth with ridged veins that I know pulsed when he came.

“But I thought men didn’t really like it.”

Jake’s demeanor seemed to change, his eyes darkening, dangerously. “What fucking moron told you that?”

“Just some ex-boyfriend.”

“Well, he’s a fucking idiot. Real men live for the taste of perfect pussy and yours is the most perfect I’ve ever had. I’m salivating at the thought of you riding my face and letting me drink down every drop of your pleasure.”

Hearing he’d done this with other girls causes a lump to lodge in my chest. Jealousy burns hot and fast, as I try to push it down.

“Really? You’re gonna bring up other women’s pussy while I’m naked?”

“You brought it up, baby, but you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that. I have a past like you do, but that’s all it is, a past. All that matters to me is you.”

“Fine.”

“Am I forgiven?” He kisses his way down my neck before his teeth tease my nipple and then he sucks it hard, making my back bow in pleasure.

“Yes, yes.”

“Good. Now, be quiet and let me eat.”

And God does he.

His lips skim my ribs, my belly, my hips, before his scruff grazes my thighs and he takes a big inhale, running his nose up my slit.

“Fuck, you smell like heaven.”

Then his tongue is on me as he takes a long swipe through my folds, and I’ve never felt anything like it. He fucks me with his tongue as his thumb rubs firm circles on my clit. My legs shake as he forces my body to submit to the pleasure of his mouth on me. Sweat slicks my skin as my back arches and every nerve in my body lights up. I’m so close to that peak, to that high, that I’m terrified I’ll detonate so hard that it will leave me a fragile shell. Yet still I chase it like my life depends on it.

Before I can fall over that edge, he switches it up, flicking my clit with his talented tongue as he finger fucks me. The wet sounds of his fingers in my pussy turn me on more, knowing he’s doing this to me. He teases and tortures me in the most beautiful, soul-defining way and I know nothing will ever feel as good as Jake Marshall’s mouth. He holds my orgasm just out of reach, backing away each time I come close. Until I’m begging, panting, writhing on his face, my desire coating my thighs and his chin.

“Fuck, I could live here and die a happy man.”

“Please, Jake, let me come.”

“Not until you tell me you understand.”

I shake my head, not understanding his question and half out of my mind with wanting him. “Understand what?”

“That you’re mine, and that I’m yours. No other woman matters to me. They never have and never will. Only you, Cherry. Only you exist for me and I need you to understand that.”

God, I want to, but I’ve never been enough before. Why would he be different?

“I can do this all day, baby, and it would be my pleasure.”

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