Page 67 of Going All In

Chapter 13

What had gotteninto her? She had no problems asking for what she wanted during sex, but she wasn’t typically this bold or this funny. At least she hoped it came across as funny. Her brain had shorted out as soon as he’d finally put his mouth on her skin. And now she wanted more.

So much more.

It’d been so long since she’d had an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced, and he was taking his sweet damn time.

Then his mouth was exactly where she wanted it. Oh sweet god. His tongue darted out and swiped along her folds, teasing her clit. She arched her back on the bed, a low moan slipping from her lips. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down at his golden head as he worshipped her clit.

When he paused to look up at her, a playful smirk on his lips, she reached for his hair, urging him to focus on the task at hand.

“Not so mouthy now,” he growled against her heated skin.

“Oh my god, less talking, more tonguing.”

Where the hell had that come from? But he just chuckled against her. It vibrated through her body, and she collapsed back down on the bed, giving herself over to whatever he wanted to do to her.

He sank one finger into her body as he continued to feast on her, then another. She stretched around him, wishing it was his cock and not his damn fingers. Although they did feel magical, especially with his tongue still tormenting her clit. Her body tensed.

“Oh yes, don’t stop,” she moaned, arching her back off the bed again. The sensations were overwhelming. He drew her clit into his mouth and sucked as he pumped three fingers in and out of her body.

“Oh yes. Right there,” she yelled as her body exploded with one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.

She took a moment to catch her breath, pushing him away when he tried to keep going. She brushed her damp hair from her face and opened her eyes. He stood over her. A fucking shirtless Greek god, and she needed him as naked as she was.

She sat up and reached for him, hooking a finger into his suit pants and tugging him toward her.

“As hot as you look in a suit, you’d look better with it on the floor,” she said, her voice raspy with need.

“You’ve been working on those lines?” he teased.

She ignored him and popped open the button, dragging down the zipper and pushing the perfectly tailored pants from his hips. She was met with tight boxer briefs that did nothing to hide how hard he was, or the damp spot right over the tip of his cock that told her he wanted her just as badly as she needed him.

She palmed his cock, and he groaned. “Fucking hell, Darcy.”

He shucked his boxer briefs and stepped out of the pile of clothes at his feet, and she couldn’t help but wrap her hand around his cock. To feel the solid strength pulsing in her grasp. She squeezed lightly as she pumped him in her hand, her thumb grazing the moisture at the tip. She leaned forward to taste him, and his curse was long and low, a growl emanating from his body.

He pulled free of her hold and turned around to grab something. But all she could focus on was his ass. That perfect bubble that apparently skaters and hockey players had. His exquisitely tailored suit pants hadn’t done his ass justice. Seriously. It was amazing. She reached out, running her hand over one cheek, and he jolted under her touch, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Sorry. It’s just so pretty,” she said, biting the corner of her lower lip.

“Again, things I didn’t expect you to say tonight. Or any night really.”

He almost looked like he was blushing, but that wasn’t possible.

“Needed this,” he said, turning around and holding up a condom.

She plucked it from his hand and tore open the foil square before she rolled it down his hard cock. His stomach muscles clenched as she did it, and she regretted not tracing every firm line on his body with her tongue.

That could happen next time. And there would definitely be a next time.

She laid back down on the bed, and he followed, covering her body with his.

“Whoa,” she gasped when he flipped them so she was on top, straddling his hips, his cock nestled between her folds.

She lifted her hips as he guided his cock into her body. She clenched around him as she slowly lowered her body, and they both groaned.

He loosely held her hips as she took him all the way to the hilt, their pelvic bones flush with each other.

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