Page 100 of Queen Of WildCards

"Jesus,Mal, you're so fucking soft," he breathed, cock jumping in his pants against my thigh as he leaned further down and flicked his talented tongue out and grazed the tip, a gasp ripping from my throat at the feel of it.

Sofucking electric.

"Trywhat feels right,Jonah.Explore.Mybody is your wonderland."

Hisanswering growl was enough to have me shivering whereIstood, my panties wet between my legs, aching for him to make his way there and discover how he affected me.

I'dnever been touched by a virgin before, but ifIhad to compare it to anything,I'dsay it felt like being worshipped at an altar, likeIwas some physical manifestation of a god, and he was my loyal follower.Hisfingers grazed over every inch of my skin, dancing across the indentations of my ribcage, curling around the peaked tip of my nipple as he rolled it between two fingers, experimenting with his movements as his inexperienced touches pulled various vocal sounds of enjoyment from the depths of my soul.

Butfuck, if he didn't speed things up, not only would we not be taking that shower, but we'd both likely die from blue balls.

"Notto be rude, but we can revisit this slow exploration later.Iwant to climb in that shower with you and wash up, and maybe put your hands on me in some ways you haven't thought of yet."

Hisanswering gasp was all the agreementIneeded.

Hisfingers were at my shorts in seconds, tugging them down so fast they nearly ripped in two.Hehit the floor on his knees and shoved his face into the juncture of my legs, inhaling like a fucking starved man at a buffet through the rough lace of my thong.

"JesusfuckingChrist,Mal, do you taste as good as you smell?"

Ishrugged, suddenly more self-conscious thanI'dever been in my life.WhenSpadewent down on me, it was like anotherSaturdaymorning, but whenJonahput his face there and worshipped me before he'd even had the chance to know a woman in such an intimate way, it did funny things to my insidesIwasn't sure fit in the carefully-constructed imageIhad of this whole thing.

"I'venever had the pleasure to put my face there, so your guess is as good as mine."

Hedidn't hesitate to drag those lacy wonders down my legs and find out, his tongue leading the charge like he'd gone to fucking school for this.Whenthe tip of that talented organ grazed a circle around my clit and dipped lower, just the right amount of pressure on the sensitive nub,Ithrew a leg over his shoulder and let his hands move to cup my ass, supporting my weight for me.

"Areyou sure you've never eaten pussy before, babe?Causefuck me, you do an outstanding job at it."

Ifelt the bastard's grin against my sensitive folds.Hedidn't answer me, choosing instead to growl in agreement against my clit asIgripped his hair and ground against his face.Therewas no room for shame in my actions, only pleasure, and the only regret in my body wasIcouldn't touch his cock while he so eagerly devoured my arousal and begged for more.

"God,I'mso fucking hard it hurts," he groaned, palming his erection asIwatched on, my traitorous vagina fluttering, clenching around air, needing what he had.

"Whydon't you get off those knees and get in the shower with me, and we'll take care of that little issue,"Igasped, sliding my leg back to the floor, eager for his cock inside me.Ididn't even care ifImanaged to drown in the shower whileItook it,Iwanted him, hard, soft, fast, however he wanted to take this.

"Mal,Imight be a virgin, but evenIknow that's not alittleissue."

Icouldn't help the chuckle that ripped from my chest at his tease. "Okay, big guy, you got me there."

Therewas no time for him to react when my hands gripped his waistband and yanked his sweats to his knees, and nearly gave myself a black eye with the fucking anaconda he'd been hiding away in those sinfully seductive pants.

"Holymother of god, where do you put this thing?"

I'dseen a fair bit of dicks in my life, butI'dbe damned ifI'dseen one like this before.

Allguys liked to pretend they were god's gift to women and ended up sporting a below-average cock despite all their claims.However, if you'd told me the quiet, reserved, virginBlackJackwas hiding an easy ten or more inches of length in his pants,Iwouldn't have immediately believed you.

Evenstaring at it,Iwas having a hard time believing it.Andten inches might not even be giving him enough credit.Thefucking thing looked like it could impale me and brush the back of my teeth from the right angle.Andfuck me, it was so thick.

I'dnever been much of a size queen, but that was a monster.

"Idon't even know if it's gonna fit," he stammered, blushing at my sudden reticence.Mypussy, however, didn't have the same hesitation, andIfelt the moisture slip down my thighs as a whimper quickly followed.

Ijerked him into the shower stall and turned the water on, needing something to distract myself from the absolutely mouth-watering dick behind me.Notthat it worked, butImade every good-faith effort not to let my mind wander.

Therewasn't a doubt in my mindIwas about to be very sore in the morning, especially if we went more than one round, but you know what?

Worthit.

Totallyworth it.

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