Page 59 of Promise Me Forever

He swipes his tongue firmly along the length of my wet center, and my back bows almost in half. He’s a genius with that mouth. “So fucking sweet, baby,” he groans. “I think I’m addicted to this pussy, have been since I very first tasted it. But I guess you already know that, huh?” His words vibrate through my flesh, making little tremors ripple through me.

Oh. Oh god, I hope he is addicted, because I never want him to stop. Every cell in my body is lighting up as he licks me.

“I asked you a question, Amelia,” he mumbles, lips resting against my flesh.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head. “S-sorry. W-what—what did you say again?”

He lies down sniper-style, long legs hanging off the end of my bed, still holding my thighs wide apart as he rubs his nose over my flesh. “I asked you if you know I’m addicted to the taste of this pussy. And I have no doubt you answered me in your head, Amelia, but I want to hear your words. What are you thinking?”

I press my lips together and draw a breath through my nose. I’ve never been especially vocal during sex. Chad used to like nothing more than the occasional light moan to let him know I hadn’t fallen asleep, which was a very real risk on some nights. Shit. Why the hell am I thinking about Chad when the hottestman to ever don a suit has his face between my thighs? Drake deserves my full attention, and Chad deserves nothing at all.

“I… I hope that you are addicted to it, Drake, because I want this all the time. Like every single day for the rest of my life.”

He grunts, and I want to find a hole to curl up in. I took it too far and sounded crazy, like one of those women who chooses her wedding dress after one date. This is why I don’t speak during sex. Impending orgasms make a girl say stupid shit. I’m about to take it back when Drake wraps his forearms around the backs of my thighs and pulls me even closer to his mouth, then he devours me. Over and over again, he brings me to the edge only to ease me back down.

My legs are trembling, my head spinning, heart racing. I’m going to pass out if he carries on like this. “Drake!”

“What is it?” The movement of his lips sends a series of delicious little vibrations through to my core. This man could get me off just by talking to my lady parts. If he weren’t too busy torturing me, that is.

“Please let me come,” I beg.

He hums while he eats, and those tiny vibrations grow stronger. I buck my hips, fingers digging into his scalp as I grind shamelessly against his face. Stars pepper my vision. Euphoria lights up my body. I am definitely going to pass out. He rims my clit with his tongue, then sucks on the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.

Blinding white light flashes behind my eyes, and my climax crashes over me in wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss. His name is dragged from my throat on a hoarse cry, and I gasp for breath. He gently licks and sucks, drawing out my pleasure until it slowly ebbs away, leaving behind a contented feeling that I could totally get used to. It’s like my whole body has gone boneless, the most relaxed it’s ever been.

Drake pushes himself up onto his forearms, his beard glistening with my arousal, but I’m way too happy to be embarrassed by how much of myself I’ve left on his face. With one sweep of his powerful hand, he wipes his jaw clean. Then he crawls over me again, his lips and fingers never leaving my skin. I love how tactile he is—it’s like he literally can’t keep his hands off me.

“You taste so fucking delicious, Amelia.” With that, he seals his lips over mine and slides his tongue into my mouth.

I trail my hand between us, running my fingertips along the side of his thick shaft. He pulls back, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “Oh, you want that too, huh?”

“You did say I was going to get to ride you.” I bite down on my lip, trying to look like a sex kitten but probably landing somewhere closer to beloved pet tabby. The sparkle in Drake’s eyes tells me that might be good enough for him, though.

“I did, didn’t I? I said you’d ride me like my good fucking girl.” He tips his head back and groans at the touch of my fingers, then rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. I’m straddling him, my wet opening pressed against his rock-hard length. “Show me how much you want me, baby.”

My heart beats an erratic rhythm in my chest. Surely if I show him exactly how much I want him, it will make him run as far and fast as he can to get away from me.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

DRAKE

“Ithink you’ve broken me,” I say, rolling onto my back and opening my arms wide. She scooches into them, her head on my chest, her soft laughter muffled against my skin. Her hair is draped across me, and I absentmindedly pick up a long strand. It’s dark and straight and looks a little like a rope.

“I’m not sure I have,” she says, nudging me with her thigh. “There’s already movement down here—surely you can’t be ready to go again. I mean, I know you have an amazing work ethic, but really?”

I slap her ass hard enough to make her squeal, and that sound, along with the image of using her hair to tie knots with, does indeed go straight to my cock. He’s ready to go, but I’m not sure my heart is. I’ve gotten so much cardio over the last twenty-four hours that I might as well cancel my gym membership.

“This isn’t work, Amelia. This is the best sex in the whole fucking world.”

“You think?” She looks up at me and shrugs. “I suppose it’s been okay…”

I hoist her over my lap and slap her butt a few more times. I don’t go easy on her, and her skin is bright red after only acouple of whacks. She’s wriggling around and crying out, telling me to stop in between moans as she grinds herself on my thigh. When I finally let her up again, her hazel eyes are shining and her nipples are like pebbles. She glares at me, and I laugh.

“You liked that, huh?”

Her eyes blow wide. “No. Why would you think I liked it?”

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