Page 8 of Promise Me Forever

“Okay, I want you to do it. I want you to…” My cheeks burn hot. “E-eat my p-pussy.”

He smiles and dips his head low. “Have you ever come this way?” he asks, his face close enough to my center that I feel the warmth of his breath on my flesh.

“No. Never.”

“I’m sure we’re about to change that.”

He spreads my thighs wider, opening me up to him. I inwardly cringe at being so exposed in front of this almost-stranger, but I remind myself that tonight, I am Scarlet, not Amelia. Scarlet would be proud of her beautiful lady parts, not ashamed.

He bends his head lower, and I quiver with anticipation. The moment his hot, thick tongue presses against me, I forget all about my embarrassment. I forget all about my ex and his damaging comments. Hell, I forget all about everything in the entire world apart from the way his tongue feels.

He licks the length of my wet center, and pleasure rockets through me. My response causes him to chuckle against my skin before he settles his mouth over my clit and swirls the sensitive bud of flesh with his tongue. My hips buck up to meet him. “Oh god!” I cry out, astonished that something so simple can feel so good.

I look down at him, and our eyes lock. He winks at me as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I let my head fall back against the pillows. A delicious fluttering feeling starts to build in my core, and he seems to instinctively know what rhythm I need and how much pressure to apply. It’s almost as though he’s in my mind, in my body, feeling everything I’m feeling and dragging every last ounce of sensation out of me. My thighs tremble as he continues licking and sucking at my sensitive flesh, and I rake my fingers through his hair.

“Jesus, Drake!” I gasp, and that seems to spur him on. He wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and pulls me closer to his face, devouring my pussy like a starving man eating his final meal.

When my orgasm finally crashes through me, my blood thunders in my ears and my vision fades to black. Every cell in my body is on fire, and the ecstasy rolls over me in pulsating waves. My inner walls contract and clench, a rush of arousalseeping out of me. I lie back, gasping for breath, my fists clutching the sheets and my entire being turned to molten lava.

Drake moves back up the bed until he’s lying over me again, his beard glistening with my juices. “Your ex must be a fucking idiot, because that is one of the sweetest pussies I have ever tasted in my life.” With that, he seals his mouth over mine and slips his tongue inside, giving me a brief kiss before he pulls back. “You see, Scarlet? You taste like absolute fucking heaven.”

He climbs off the bed, leaving me weak and breathless and confused. What the hell just happened? I’ve had orgasms before, but never one like that. That was… wow. That was life-changing.

“There are condoms in the nightstand,” he says as he starts to unbutton his shirt.

I’m finally going to get to see that gorgeous body of his. I roll over and find the foil wrappers in the drawer and wonder momentarily how many there were to start with, but I dismiss the thought immediately. What does it matter? The man just made me come harder than I ever have in my life with only his tongue. It’s not like we’re a couple or we’ve made any promises to each other, and at least I know he’s practicing safe sex.

Any doubts I might have had disappear the second I turn my gaze back toward him. I knew he was toned and muscular from the way his body felt against mine and how he filled out his suit, but shirtless… I hate to repeat myself, but wow. This man is a feast for the eyes. He looks like a Greek god with his broad shoulders and abs that appear to be carved from stone. His forearms are massive, and I love the way his muscles flex as his hands move to his belt. Dark hair trails down from his chest in an arrow to his waistband, and I sit up in anticipation, watching him unzip his pants.

He grins at me and takes his time pushing his boxers down over those thick thighs. His cock is huge, standing to attention and glistening with a bead of pre-cum.

“You like what you see, mi rosa?” he asks.

“I sure do.”

He crawls back onto the bed and takes the condom from me before sitting back on his heels. I watch as he slides it expertly down his cock and wonder what it would feel like to take that smooth, hard shaft in my mouth and pleasure him the same way he just pleasured me. He gently pushes me back down so I’m lying flat on the bed and trails soft kisses along my collarbone and up my neck. I spread my legs wide, lifting my hips to try to capture him, but he keeps the tip of his cock paused right at my opening, teasing me.

“Is this what you want, Miss Scarlet? Do you want my dick inside you?”

“Yes! Drake, please.”

He pushes in farther, and there’s a rush of wet heat as I stretch to accommodate him. “You are so fucking tight,” he murmurs against my neck. “It’s taking every fucking bit of willpower I have not to fucking nail you to this bed.”

“Don’t hold back. Please. I want to feel you inside me, all of you, right now.”

He growls and pushes himself deep inside me, and the initial shock of being invaded by a man this big makes my eyes fly wide open. But the shock is soon replaced by pleasure, and every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire as he drives into me over and over again. His thrusts are hitting a sweet spot deep inside me that has never been hit before, and it makes me whimper shamelessly. My inner walls squeeze around him, pulling him in deeper, my hands clasped onto his shoulders as he slams into me. He lifts his head and looks into my eyes, our gazes locking in a way that’s almost as intense as the sex. This feels right on every single level, and I cling to him as he carries us both higher and higher.

His arms are solid pillars of muscle and sinew on either side of my head, and his beautiful face is coated with a light sheen of sweat as he pounds into me. I feel the pressure building again, a familiar tingling in my spread thighs, a relentless throbbing as he grinds into me. Screaming his name, I come once more, digging my nails into his skin and riding the crest of a blissful wave. I’m still riding it when he closes his mouth over mine and swallows my moans of delight, his pace increasing as he chases his own release.

“Fuck!” he bellows as he orgasms, his hips shuddering against me and his deep voice strained. I keep hold of him, shocked by the intensity of it all, my legs wrapped around his waist as he collapses on top of me. He rests his forehead against mine, and we both try to catch our breath. “What the hell was that?” he says, panting.

I stroke his hair and laugh gently, my brain still too fried from the mind-blowing orgasm to form a coherent sentence. And I figure it’s a rhetorical question anyway. At least I hope so, because I have no logical answer.Thatwas spectacular and life-altering, and I have no idea how the hell I’m supposed to live the rest of my life without having that kind of sex again.

Chapter

Four

DRAKE

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