Page 9 of Done with You

“Jesus, I highly doubt it, but if that is the case, then fucking hell. Damn good genes in your family if you’re the ugliest.” He licked his lips, and his eyes turned serious as he dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed. “Gonna suck your clit now.”

All she could respond with was a gasp as he leaned forward and did just as he promised. He pulled her throbbing, needy clit in between his lips and gave it mouth-to-mouth—or, in this case, mouth-to-clit—like it was circling the drain and about to die.

Only he didn’t breathe life into it. He sucked the life into it.

Okay, so maybe that analogy was terrible. But she was getting incredible head from a gorgeous stranger, her brain wasn’t running on all cylinders.

As he sucked, he ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, tickling behind her knees, until he reached the callouses on the inside bend of her knees. He paused and lifted his head from her center.

She glanced down her body at him. “Yeah, that’s a pole callous.”

He grinned up at her and gently stroked the rough spots on either side of her legs with his thumbs. “It’s hot knowing how you got these.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to each one before dropping his mouth back to her clit and giving it another suck.

Her head tilted up so her chin was pointed at the ceiling as her back bowed and her toes curled where they now rested on his shoulders.

He released her clit with a wet pop then began to lick.

And, oh God, could the man lick.

His tongue was … magical.

It was like a soft, slippery wand that he wielded and kept putting her deeper and deeper under his spell, until her hips churned and bucked of their own volition. She pinched her nipples and pressed her pussy harder against his face just as he slipped two fingers into her wet channel and curled them upward, hitting her right where she needed him to the most.

“Oh God …”

Around and around and around he swirled his tongue on her clit, then down to where his fingers pumped and entered her, only to backtrack his journey and start from the beginning, all the while alternating his licks with sucks and scrapes of his whiskers against the most sensitive, swollen parts of her.

She wasn’t going to last much longer if he kept this up. She was going to blow, and given the way Caden seemed to have set up camp, he was in it for the long haul and wanted her to come. He wasn’t just trying to get her close so he could drop trou and climb on her. He was a real gentleman that wanted to get her off first, before he even got his dick wet.

That seemed to be a rare breed of man these days.

So she was going to take advantage of having a gentleman with his face between her legs and get off.

“Can feel that you’re close, Luna. Let go, baby. We have the place for the night.”

He went back to the clit sucking, pulling that tender little bundle of nerves so deep into his mouth that she thought he might suck it clean off. Then he pressed up even more on her G-spot and she let go. Like an invisible zipper had just been pulled up from her tailbone to the nape of her neck, she shuddered and her muscles went tight. A weightlessness overcame her body as warmth infused its way through her limbs in a tingling surge that started between her legs and followed her nervous system into her toes and up to her chest. Out to each fingertip and to each earlobe.

Her lower belly fluttered like it was filled with butterflies, and sunbursts clouded her vision as the rolling waves of euphoria pitched her higher and higher up into the ether. All tension left her body, and she was nothing but a puddle of blissful, warm goo.

By the time her orgasm receded enough for her to open her eyes and see more than spots, and for her legs to unlock and her toes to wiggle, it was impossible for the giddy smile on her face to fall away.

She hadn’t had a non-self-induced orgasm like that in a very long time.

She wasn’t even sure she could give herself one like that.

A toy could, but her own hand couldn’t.

Exhaling through her mouth as her chest continued to rise and fall rapidly, she glanced down her body at Caden who was now lazily licking her pussy like it was a lollipop, not an ice cream cone he needed to finish before it melted in the hot sun.

“Can I return the favor?” she asked, her voice deep and husky and catching her off guard by how sexy it sounded.

“Sure fucking can, beautiful,” he said with a big smile, giving her one final sweep of his tongue between her folds, before standing up and dropping his boxers to reveal his cock.

He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small, either.

The crown was a deep, dark purple and the shaft was veiny with a small, trimmed patch of hair at the base.

He took himself in his big palm and gave his length a couple of strokes. That’s when she realized just how big his hands were. Like really massive.

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