Page 49 of Perfect Praise

The slick sound coming from between my legs is half humiliating and half hot as hell, so my skin is searing for two completely different reasons.

He nibbles playfully up to my ear. “I can feel you blushing. Is this a no?”

I shake my head.

“Words,” he insists and bites me.

“No, it’s not a no,” I whisper, the blush running deeper. “I love how wet you make me.”

“Own it then,” Locke says, pulling back. “Watch. Watch how beautiful you look fucking yourself.” He pushes my head down, forcing me to watch my frantically moving hand tucked into my thong. My hipstry to buck, and I can feel it dripping down my thigh. I feel the sexiest I ever have in my life, like I really am beautiful when I’m wildly out of control and letting go.

“Fuck, Maren.” Locke starts to stroke himself. My eyes are stuck watching his huge hand move slowly up and down, imagining how good he would feel inside me. “You’re desperate for more, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan. “I want more.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I whisper. “I want you to fuck me and admire me for letting you use me.”

“Well…” Locke smirks. “This is all you’re going to get tonight.”

She groans in annoyance.

I’ve had over a month to fantasize about what I’d do to Maren if I allowed myself to go this far. I’ll deal with my own hang-ups later, but when a woman asks you to help her explore her fantasies, you don’t say no.

So, no, I’m not going to let her come tonight, because what comes next has been playing on repeat in my head, and it’s going to be the best kind of torture for her. I want her wet and uncomfortable, squeezing her legs together every time she thinks about how good I can make her feel, and wondering when the next time she’ll have me like this is, because I know exactly how I’m going to fuck confidence into her.

“So needy already,” I tease her as her fingers pick up speed in protest. I grab her wrist and pull her hand up to her mouth. Her fingers and hand are glistening from how wet she is. “See how good you taste.”

Her eyes pop to mine, and I know instantly she’s never done this. I wait for her to use her words and say no, but she looks more ashamed of how into it she is than turned off by it.

How Maren can be this embarrassed when she’s fucking perfect the way she is, is almost insulting. No man has ever taken their time with her.

And fuck, if I’m not dying to have the taste of her on my tongue, so I try a different approach.

I lean in and bring her two fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean and holding back the groan of pleasure. The possessiveness that rips through me is coursing through my veins, controlling every move and thought I have.

At this point, I already want her fantasizing that it’s me whenever another man touches her in the future. I’ll make sure they could never fuck her as good as I can.

I hover my lips over hers. “I said, come see how good you taste.”

This time my voice comes out so demanding, I hope I didn’t scare her, but the hesitation she had before is long gone. Everything is back to a rough and dirty kiss when she presses her lips to mine in a frenzy.

My tongue slips between them, sharing the sweet and salty taste of her, and I moan into her mouth uncontrollably. It’s so fucking good; I may just decide not to let another man ever taste her again. I remind myself I’m sadly not spending my night with my head between her legs and pull back.

“You’re doing so good,” I tell her.

She smiles, eyes locked to mine. “I want to taste you,” she whispers.

These little breakthroughs of boldness have me reeling, and I’m about to come all over her face and tits before she even has the chance to suck my dick again.

Maren drops her head and takes me into her mouth deeper than before as I gather her hair in my fist. I close my eyes and will myself to last a few more seconds as she works her mouth up and down. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

“Fuck, you’re so good at sucking my cock,” I say softly, looking back at her. I run a finger lightly over the freckles dotting her nose. “It’s going to be our little secret that you’re a whore on her knees for me—and only me.”

She digs her fingers into my thighs appreciatively and the slightest smile forms around the edges of her full lips as she picks up speed.

Her green eyes sparkle happily back at me when my legs start to shudder, and I press the back of her head down, holding her in place, as I come the hardest I ever have in my life. I wrap a hand around her neck to feel those muscles work as she swallows. She’s doing so well letting me coat her throat, that I can’t seem to stop coming from the thought alone that she’s loving it.

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