Page 34 of Blue Moon Mistress

He spreads me, fingers questing, tongue delving to make me arch and shiver beneath his ministrations.

“Holy sh—!”

His hands slip under my ass, lifting me, pressing me closer, harder to his mouth.

“You are good at this.”

He hums in agreement. “I like to be good at things I love.”

If that’s the case, Johnny definitely loves eating pussy. He’s a master at it, and I fist my hands in the fabric of my skirt so I don’t take hold of his head. Not yet.

But if he tries to stop…

“Fuck me, you taste all kinds of wicked.” This time, he bites the inside of my thigh. “And that’s what you are, isn’t it? My wicked girl.”

“Right now, I’ll be anything you want, as long as you don’t stop.”

He chuckles against me before licking me in one long stroke. “It would take a higher power to get me to stop.”

Johnny works over me with teeth and tongue, his fingers gripping my thighs to hold me close against him.

Warmth fills me, crawling up and through me like the tendrils of a spell.

But if anyone’s bewitched, it’s me.

The way he holds me, fingers tightening against my skin, a low rumble echoing from his chest, straight through me.

Joshua’s attentions before the full moon had been frantic, needy. But the way Johnny plays with me now… he has all the time in the world.

But I want what he’s offering, and I want it now.

“I love those sounds you make, wicked girl. I want to hear them every chance I get.”

I raise a brow at him. “You’re not going to get more of them by talking.”

His smile is a flash of teeth, and then, he’s back on me.

When his lips find mine, this time, I hold his head in place, working my hips over him and he manages to angle his face just the right way.

His laughter brushes over me as his tongue fights for a place on my favorite things list.

And then, I‘m gone.

Waves of pleasure crash over me, and Johnny doesn’t stop. For every jerk of my hips, he seems to suck harder, and I break apart with his name on my lips.

It takes me a few minutes to pull myself back together.

“Holy shit, Johnny.” My words are a whisper, even if there’s no one around to hear.

He’s still on his knees, his thumb brushing over me as he looks up at me with too sated a smile for a man who hasn’t come yet.

But when I reach for him, he pulls back, shaking his head. “Not this time.”

“Not—why not?”

“We have to keep you wanting more, or you might not come back.” He kisses me and I taste myself on his lips.

But when I try to tug him down to continue what he started, he shakes his head. He’s too strong for me to move.

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