Page 36 of Isla

"Good girl,” he rasps, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring.

I hold my hand out to him, daring him to come closer.

"That's a bad idea, Isla," he pants, his gaze focused on the moisture dripping down my fingers.

"It's the best idea," I promise. I bring my hand toward my mouth, but he grabs my wrist first.

"Mine,” he growls, sucking my fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue over and between them until he’s consumed every last drop. There's nothing quite like watching your man's eyes roll back when he tastes you for the first time–that visceral reaction with no pretense. His muscles ripple, control fracturing. "Isla." He falls to his knees beside the bed, looking up at me, only a sliver of his iris showing.

"We haven't even kissed yet," I whisper, my body moving without my permission until my ass is at the edge of the bed, not even a foot separating his face and the apex of my thighs.

"This will be the best first kiss of your life. I just need your permission first." He presses my knees wide, his moan ratcheting the tension higher. "You're so goddamned beautiful." His cheek scrapes along my inner thigh as he pulls my legs over his shoulders, a shaky breath puffing against my sex. "It's your call, Isla."

"Yes. Yes, Dylan. Kiss me." He doesn't waste a single moment, pushing my knees up toward my chest and licking me from asshole to clit in one long, velvety swipe.

"Fuck!" I bite the base of my thumb, my back bowing. "What is itwith you guys and my ass?" I gasp, nearly melting off the bed as he feathers his tongue over the puckered skin.

"With three of us, every hole gets equal treatment." His lips vibrate against my skin, driving me wild. I push my fingers into his hair, pressing my hips into the bed until his tongue centers on my clit. Keeping my grip tight on his hair, I rock my hips against his mouth. Two fingers nudge at my pussy, slowly working their way in. The first brush of his fingers against my G-spot has me jerking in his arms. He presses harder, curling his fingers into my inner wall.

"Dylan, stop! That always makes me feel like I'm going to pee."

He stops immediately. "You just went pee, remember?"

"Then why does it feel like that?"

"Because the same muscles are involved. You need to stop thinking and just let yourself feel. It will be amazing."

"You promise I won't pee on you?"

"I promise. And even if you did, I'd be lying if I said that didn't turn me on." His wink has me melting back into the bed. I pull his head back between my legs, whimpering as he drives his tongue into me. He flattens one hand over my stomach, feeling every little jerk and gasp as I fall apart.

"I never want this to end," he whispers, slick lips moving against me, teeth scraping over tender flesh.

"Dylan, please," I beg, writhing against his mouth. He pushes two fingers into me, slowly sliding his tongue back and forth over my clit as he massages that spot inside me. It feels so fucking good. The urge to pee comes back, but I ignore it, focusing on the way his tongue is worshipping my clit, how his fingers stretch me, the way his hand holds me in place while he's eating me out like he's a lion and I'm his prey. Ecstasy batters me from all sides, stealing all of my other senses. My vision goes black. There’s a high-pitched ringing in my ears as he drags me higher, forcing my body to do things it never has before.

"That's my girl. Let go. Feel," he urges, licking me once, twice, and then fitting his lips over me, sucking my clit into his mouth and increasing the pressure inside me.

"Come for me, Isla," he rasps, his voice like sandpaper. With thenext pull of his mouth, I explode in his hands, waves of ecstasy wracking my body. I scream his name as my back bows, my thighs clenching around his head. He follows my lead, not letting up until I'm lying there boneless, my chest heaving.

Dylan stands, wiping his dripping face on his shirt, looking down at me with dark eyes. "God, your tits are fucking gorgeous. I'm sorry I didn't pay them any attention." He leans over me, his cock trapped between us as he pulls the cup of my bra down and drags his tongue over my nipple.

"Let me get you there." I rake my fingers through his hair, moaning as he draws me into his mouth.

"Tonight is all about you, Isla."

"Dylan, you'll be miserable."

"It's worth it." He moves to my other breast, palming and squeezing it, fluttering his tongue over my nipple until I'm pushing up for more. I make a split-second decision, hooking my heels around the back of his legs and pulling, his weight falling on me as his knees buckle. His grunt turns into a groan as I rub my clit against the underside of his cock.

"Kiss me, Dylan."

His lips crash against mine, his control splintering. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, moaning as I angle my head and deepen the kiss. He rocks his hips, his cock sliding in my moisture, riding up and down my slit.

"Fucking hell, Isla." He pulls away, chest heaving. "You must think I have the control of a saint." I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass, refusing to let him go. "Open your eyes, Isla. I want you looking at me when you come, know whose cock you're rubbing yourself on and how fucking crazy you make me."

The second our gazes lock, he drops his weight on me, his cock sliding between my lips, the ridge of his head catching on my clit. One wrong move and he'll be inside me. I sob his name as he pulses over that swollen bundle of nerves, fracturing me into a million pieces. Need flares in his eyes, desperation lining his face. His balls tighten against my pussy, his body trembling with restraint. Theshadow of indecision disappears, our mouths meeting in a war of teeth and tongues. One more thrust and he surrenders, hips spasming against mine, hot cum spurting onto my stomach.

He peppers kisses along my collarbone as we come down from the high.

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