Page 19 of That's Too Pucking Bad

My eyes widen. “What?”

He just smirks, stepping closer again. His hand trails up my arm, and I swear, my skin’s on fire. “Am I wrong?”

I should be saying something. Something smart, or clever, oranything. But I’m frozen. “I—I wouldn’t know,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. “Never had one.”

And now I want to punch myself in the face.Why did I say that?

His gaze sharpens, his blue eyes piercing through me and I can feel the shift in the air. “Never?”

I shake my head, feeling heat crawl up my neck. “We should go back.”

He doesn’t move. Instead, he drops to one knee before me like he’s going to propose, and my heart’s in my throat.

“Cover your eyes, Remy.”

“What?”

“Now,” he demands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I hesitate for a second, then, like an idiot, I do as he says. I pull up my glasses then my hands come up to cover my eyes, and I’m left standing there, blind, with this strange man at my feet.

The next thing I feel is his hands, warm and steady, parting my thighs. “What—what are you doing?”

His breath brushes against my skin. “You’ll thank me later.”

Before I can argue, I feel his mouth on me through the lace of my underwear, and my brain short circuits. “Oh my god.”

“Keep your eyes closed,” he warns, his voice vibrating against me. “Or I’ll stop.”

I can’t even form words. It’s like my body’s not mine anymore, like I’m floating somewhere between confusion and… whatever the hell this is.

Then he pulls my underwear down to my thighs. His tongue presses against my bare skin now, and my knees almost give out. My hands stay glued to my face, and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. I want to tell him to stop, but the words won’t come out.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters, his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me still.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be real. But god, it is, and I’m… I’m liking it. Too much. Way too much.

He doesn’t stop. His tongue is relentless, pushing me further and further until I don’t even know where I am anymore. The world narrows down to just him, just this, and I hate how much I want more.

I should tell him to stop. I should push him away. But I don’t. I can’t.

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Chapter 4

The second I taste her, it’s like nothing I’ve ever had. Sweet, soft, like honey and vanilla. Her lace thong is already drenched, and when I pull it down, it clings to her skin. I look up briefly, checking her, making sure her hands are still covering her eyes like I told her. She’s shaking, but she’s still with me. Little Remy. Not as innocent as she looks, not if she’s letting a complete stranger eat her out in the middle of the damn woods. But do I care? Nah. Not when she’s dripping like this, leaking for me, and all I can think about is tasting her again.

I part her with my tongue, sucking her clit between my lips.

“Oh God!” She’s loud, too loud.

“Shhh, Remy.” My voice is rough as I lift my head, and I smirk as she trembles. “Be quiet, or someone’s gonna come out here and see you being a sexy little slut.”

I wait for her to flinch, to push me away, call me out. But she doesn’t. She gets wetter, like the words themselves are winding her up tighter.

Sweet Remy likes a little degradation, huh?

Fuck, that turns me on more. I’m rock hard at this point, and the way she’s whimpering, gasping… it’s like she’s losing her mind.

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