Page 101 of Sweet Wicked Vows

Her face fit perfectly in my palms. “T’aimer sera ma mort, ma douceur.”

Her hands slid up my shirt, nails scraping along my flesh. She made quick work undoing my belt and unbuttoning my trousers while I removed her top—mytop.

Fuck,she looked divine wearing my clothes.

My cock throbbed at the sight of her blush-pink budding nipples and the second I spotted those damn cycling shorts beneath her pajama bottoms, I was undone.

Putain de Jésus, I didn’t deserve this woman.

Her fingertips hovered over my erection. I grabbed her wrist, relishing the feel of her pulse thrumming in my grip.

“I didn’t say you could touch me yet,” I said, taking one of her nipples between my fingers. “I want you to take thosedamnershorts off and sit on the edge of the table.”

Heat flushed her cheeks. Her tongue slid across her bottom lip while she stripped out of her remaining clothes painfully slowly.

It was the best type of torture watching her.

Her thighs pressed firmly together. The faint scent of herreadiness slamming into my chest was nearly enough to drop me to my knees and bury my face into her.

The memory of how good she tasted on my tongue thrummed straight into my heavy cock.

I was hooked on the taste of her like an addict.

“I told you to go to the table.” I pinched her nipple when she remained standing, delighting at the way her back arched into my touch. “If I have to tell you again, I’ll take my belt and leave marks on yourmagnifiqueass until you won’t be able to sit right for a week.”

Hunger sparked in her green eyes. A smirk tugged on her lips before she sauntered over to the table, her hips swaying, bouncing her ass cheeks with each step.

She was a temptress.Mytemptress.

Fucking hell, she was going to be the death of me.

Leaving my trousers and underwear behind, I followed her while memorizing every inch of her nude body.

Placing my hands on her waist, I turned her and bent her flat over the wooden surface.

“Look at you.” I ran a single finger down her slit. “You’re so wet for me,ma douceur.”

My fingers circled her entrance before withdrawing and ever-so-gently stroking her clit. “You should see yourself right now, how good you look like this.” She shuddered on the table. Her wetness slid down my fingers. It took everything not to bring them to my own mouth. Anything to just taste her again. Instead, I leaned over and placed my fingers on her lips.

“Be a good girl.” I stroked her bottom lip. “Open up.”

My fingers, slick with her need, slipped in and met her tongue. She didn’t miss a beat. Her lips clamped around my fingers greedily. Her tongue swirled and her mouth sucked, tasting her own juices and groaning as she lapped up every last drop.

I nearly shot my load onto her back.

Using two fingers, I rubbed her swollen clit, delighting in the grunting sounds she made as she kept her mouth around me. “That’s it. Pretend like you’re sucking my cock.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. “Please.”

“Is that what you want, hm?” I pushed my fingers further into her mouth, the gurgle of a gag mixed with an agreeing hum was my new favorite sound. “You want me to fill every single one of your greedy holes?”

“Yes,” she gasped around my fingers. “Yes, do it. Fill me.”

“You’ll have to do better than that.” I ran my nose along the shell of her ear. “Beg me.”

“Fuccck.” She wiggled as the pad of my thumb eased into her. “Jaxon, please fill me. All of me! For the love of god, fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me and make me yours.”

I was wrong.

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