Page 64 of Killer Kiss

“I have nicer ones…” I explained. “I wasn’t exactly expecting…”

He pulled my jeans all the way off and then ran his fingers beneath the elastic edges of my underwear. “Don’t care. They’re coming off anyway.”

The panties went the same way as my jeans, and I flushed hot when his gaze rolled down my body, lingering on the swell of my tits, still in my bra, and then lower, between my widespread legs.

He moved in, mouth headed for the place I so desperately wanted him.

I put my hand on the top of his head, stopping him.

He looked up. “What’s wrong?”

I squinted at him, the heat of embarrassment mingling with the fire of need. “I just want you to know that no man has ever made me come. It’s…not something I do. So don’t feel bad when it doesn’t work. You can just fuck me. You don’t have to worry about foreplay.”

He raised one eyebrow. “As sexy as fucking you before you’re ready sounds…” He made a face that made me sure it didn’t sound sexy to him at all, “I think I’ll make you come first. Sweet?”

I squirmed uncomfortably, shifting up onto my elbows so I could see him better. His mouth was literally inches from my pussy, and yet some part of me really needed him to understand. “Men just can’t get me there. I’ve never been able to get off with one. It’s honestly not worth your time. I’m a big girl, Augie, and I’m no virgin. Just fuck me. You don’t need to feel—”

He put his mouth down on my clit and sucked hard.

I about bucked off the bed. “Oh!”

His tongue started up a leisurely pace, wandering its way from slow laps of my clit to licking up and down my slit. His beard stubble rasped over the soft skin of my inner thighs in a way I’d never thought would feel as good as it did. Little noises of pleasure escaped my lips.

He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow. “You’re doing an awful lot of moaning for a woman who insists she didn’t need her pussy sucked.”

He slid a finger up inside me, and I nearly came on the spot. My moan of pleasure was so loud I really hoped his family next door hadn’t heard. A second finger followed a moment later, and he licked and fucked me with his hand in perfect unison, taking me higher with each and every stroke.

I’d had men go down on me before, but it had never felt like this. I normally let them lick around for a minute or two, while they consistently missed my clit or poked at my insides on odd angles that made me cringe. And then I told them to fuck me.

None of them had ever argued.

They all got up like they’d been let out of Saturday detention and pulled their pants down, dick sticking out, ready to drive on home.

The really obnoxious ones spent thirty seconds down there, then expected me to reciprocate.

“You can stop,” I told Augie, though it was honestly the last thing I wanted. “You don’t have to—”

A third finger stopped my complaints with a shout of ecstasy. My orgasm built low in my belly, and I rolled my hips in time with his hand, taking his fingers deep while he tortured my clit in the best way possible.

I grabbed his head, holding him to me, digging my heels into the mattress, my legs opening so fucking wide for him it would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t already thrown all caution to the wind. I rode his tongue and face, gasping at the pleasure so desperate to unleash inside me.

He stopped, disentangling himself from my grip.

I practically cried.

He chuckled softly. “What happened to the woman who was just telling me no man could make her come?”

I was sure my cheeks were red, but I ignored them. “She told the man between her legs to take his pants off so she could return the favor.”

I sat up and reached for him, but he caught my wrists and pushed up onto his feet, guiding my body back down with his. He drew my hands up over my head, pinning my wrists to the mattress, and kissed my mouth.

He tasted of my arousal, his lips slick with it.

I’d never had a man make me wet like that. I probably should have been awkward, but it only made me want him more.

Augie drew back, gazing at me with his beautiful ocean-blue eyes. “While I love the idea of your pretty mouth around my cock, you didn’t come. So lie still.”

I frowned at him. “You were the one who stopped.”

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