Page 31 of Dare To Take

The whispered question sends all the blood in my body straight down to my dick.

“Lick the head.”

My gaze is riveted to her as her tongue comes out and touches the tip of my dick. The sensation is like a bolt of lightning, burning its way through my veins. “Use your tongue to make me wet.” My voice comes out as a rough growl. “Then wrap your lips around me and suck me into your mouth.”

She follows my instruction, licking her way up one side and down the other before parting her lips and engulfing my dick into the hot, wet depths of her mouth.

“Fuck.” The curse is ripped from me.

Watching my dick disappear into her mouth almost makes me lose control, and I close my eyes against the incredible visual. “Bring your ass up here.”

She releases my dick with a wet pop. “How?”

“I want you to sit on my face. Legs either side of my head. Bring your pussy to me, Hellcat. Then get my dick back in your mouth.”

The mattress bounces as she moves, and I open my eyes just as she takes the position I demanded.

“Perfect.” The word is a guttural groan as my hands curve over her ass, and I pull her down onto my face, tongue searching out her clit.

The only sounds in the room are her muffled whimpers as I feast on her while she sucks my dick. She tries to escape twice, her body twitching and shaking with the force of her orgasm, and I hold her in place, thrusting my tongue in and out of her pussy in time with her mouth sliding up and down my dick.

When my nerves start to tighten, I reach down and pull her head off me. I don’t want to come in her mouth … not this time. “Turn around. There are two more condoms in my pocket. Get one out and roll it on.”

She climbs off me, finds the packet and tears it open, but doesn’t do anything with it.

“Huh, I forgot. You’ve never done that.” I hold out my hand. “I’ll show you.” I take the condom out of the packet and roll it over my dick, then toss her a smile. “Climb on board, Hellcat.”

“You’re still dressed.”

“I told you, you don’t need me to take my clothes off. All you want is my dick.” I wave a hand toward where it’s jutting out of my jeans, condom-wrapped and ready to go. “And that’s readily available.”

“Take your jeans off.”

“You take my jeans off.”

She hooks her fingers into the belt loops and drags the denim down my legs. Her scowl when she discovers I’m still wearing sneakers is hilarious, but I manage not to laugh out loud. She pulls them off, yanks my jeans the rest of the way down and then straddles my hips.

I reach down and wrap a hand around my erection. “Lower yourself onto my dick. Keep your eyes on me.” I want to see the expression on her face when I fill her up.

Her blue eyes darken as my dick stretches her open. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and, once I’m fully seated inside her, she throws her head back.

“Ride me. The way you did back at the lighthouse.” I run a finger around a nipple, feeling it harden beneath my touch. “You should get these pierced.” I pinch it. “Little hoops so I can tug them. Or maybe you should get this pierced.” I tap her clit with my other hand, and she twitches. “But that means I wouldn’t be able to eat you out for at least six weeks.” I rub in a small circle. “You’re not moving, Hellcat. I’m not doing all the work for you. If you want to come, you need to fuck me.”

Her hips rock forward, and my hands drop to her hips. I push down, driving my dick deeper inside her.

“Fuck me like you hate me.” I toss her own words back at her.

Chapter 22

Arabella

“I do hate you.” Undulating my hips, I thrust up and down on his length. “Do you want me pierced, Eli?”

“You’ve already got a tattoo.” He glances at the Saran wrap still on my arm.

My butterfly.

I grind down hard on top of him, moaning at the way he fills me. “Are you trying to turn me into your toy?”

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