Page 17 of Tangled

“Hmmm… I’m going to enjoy this way too much,” he declares before dragging the tip of his tongue through my wet slit, parting my lips and lapping up every drop of my wetness.

“Oh, God!” I shout, surrendering myself to the feeling of his tongue diving in and out of me, listening to the groans coming from his mouth as he feasts.

I let my need take over, riding his face with no shame while falling forward to support myself on the floor below us, drowning in the ecstasy this man is giving me with his mouth. His tongue does wicked things to my clit, his lips suck hard and furiously on my bundle of nerves, drowning me in unadulterated pleasure.

God, I’ve forgotten how incredible sex can be when you let your inhibitions go.

Trevor rarely made me feel desired and wanted, even though I knew he was attracted to me. Still, when you’re in a relationship with someone, it’s important to let the other person know you still want them, even after the honeymoon period has diminished.

Before I let myself get too carried away, I spring up and twirl around above his head so my face lines up with his crotch when I bend forward.

“What are you doing?” He asks breathlessly while I undo the button on his jeans, reaching inside for his cock and freeing him from the confines of his boxer briefs.

Most women might argue that the penis isn’t the most beautiful appendage. And most of the time, I’d have to agree. But my mystery man has—without a doubt—the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen.

Long, thick, and hard as a rock---his massive erection stands proud in front of my face, making my mouth water with the thought of taking him inside.

“Oh, fuck,” he says through gritted teeth when I bring him to my lips, licking around his head before taking just the tip in my mouth. He bucks up slightly, shoving his cock deeper in my throat as I hum in approval, increasing the wetness between my legs when his mouth finds my pussy again.

I rock my hips back and forth against his tongue as he pushes two fingers inside of me, the welcome invasion makes me clench and brings my orgasm forward so fast, I barely have time to prepare.

I continue to suck him hard, working my hand around the part of him I can’t fit in my mouth when my orgasm slams into me with his stroke of my G-spot and the pressure of his tongue on my clit.

I scream, panting and gasping for air as I release his dick from my mouth and ride out the waves of my release, still running my hand up and down his shaft, spreading my saliva up and down his length.

“Oh, shit,” I say exasperatedly, resting my head on his thigh while he continues to lick my lips with small strokes.

“Fuck you taste good, Red.”

I sit up slightly to look back at him between my thighs, his face framed between my legs one of the sexiest sights I’ve ever seen. My arousal glistens on his lips and his beard from the light coming through the cracks in the blinds, which makes me smile and sigh with gratification. This man clearly enjoyed himself from the smirk he’s giving me and the gleam in his eyes.

Suddenly, he lifts me off of him, sitting up and turning me around so we’re face to face. Pushing my hair from my eyes, he stares at me before slamming his mouth down on mine, giving me a taste of myself—and fuck, if that isn’t hot.

I get lost in his mouth again, our tongues moving together like the turns in a roller coaster—fast, hard, and suddenly without warning, you’re falling down a hill, clutching your stomach from the uneasiness you start to feel.

I know this is just a hook-up, a one-night stand. Yet the feel of this man beneath my fingers and pressed up against my writhing body makes me crave more than just a one-time thing. Sometimes that physical connection between two people can be too strong to ignore. And if he continues to dish out orgasms like that one, I know I’ll want more.

He moves to stand, hoisting me up by the back of my thighs so my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me over to the couch, depositing me softly on the cushions before he stands upright again. His dick is still hanging out of his pants, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. I take the moment to savor every ridge of muscle on his chest and abdomen, mesmerized by the physical specimen of a man in front of me, covered in tattoos, exerting that bad boy vibe cliché, itching with the need to pleasure my body more.

I’ve already come once, yet my body is still humming with the need to lose control again, especially when the heat of his gaze tells me the pleasure is far from over.

Yup, this was exactly what I needed tonight.

Chapter 9

Kane

This woman is addicting, her pussy hypnotizing me under a spell I’m not sure I’ll ever break free from.

Watching her sitting on her couch, naked except for her bra—I’m confounded with how this was the direction in which my night turned.

But fuck if I’m complaining now.

“Take off your bra. I want to see your tits. I want you completely naked beneath my fingers,” I demand as I shove my jeans and boxer briefs down my legs, effectively eliminating any more barriers between us. I grab my wallet from my pocket and retrieve a condom I keep for emergencies before throwing my pants across the room to join my flannel. The boxes stacked around the room offer many hiding places for my clothes, but my only thought at the moment is making this woman come again, and clothes only get in the way of that.

Her breasts heave with her strenuous breaths as she releases them from the black fabric, exposing her completely to me, and my dick gets even harder. Hardened, rosy nipples stand at attention on the most impeccable, round globes I’ve ever seen.

Fuck, her body is incredible. Curvy, yet lean—subtle muscle tone all over, but still enough meat to grab on to.

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