Page 5 of Face Me Off

At least, that’s what I blame it on when the words “you wish I’d beg” tumble out.

However, my retort falls flat and comes out breathier than intended.

“You have no idea.” His murmur is so low that I question if I heard him right.

Before I can give it further thought, his lips recapture mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I part my mouth and give him what he wants. His low, animalistic groan vibrates through my lips and into my mouth as his hand tangles in my curls and pulls me closer.

Fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone this badly before.

My heart is pounding a million beats per minute. His taste intoxicates me more than the gin and tonic I had earlier. It’s an ache that only he could relieve. The rawness of this moment, the way he devours me with his eyes, makes me dizzy with desire.

We both know this is wrong. We both know this shouldn’t happen. But somehow, the forbidden sweetness is too tempting to resist.

For once, I’m taking what was supposed to be mine. I can hate him tomorrow.

My fingers find their way under his shirt, touching the ridges of his abs, appreciating every muscle that flexes under my touch. He’s chiseled like a hockey player should be, hard and strong.

In a flash, he hooks his shirt from the back and scoops it up and over his head in the skillful way men do.

Goddamn. I’m not sure if this is what Ryan meant by begging, but I’m panting like a dog as he stands completely naked in front of me. It’d be so easy to rectify my inexperience with blow jobs. Would it be so bad if I ran the tip of my tongue along his shaft and tasted him?

I lift my gaze to meet his, and the air crackles around us. I squirm as the ache in my core deepens.

His fingers graze along my jawline as he bends down and breathes in my ear, “I can’t wait to have your pussy wrapped around me.”

Oh God.His confession sends a shiver down my spine as my mouth opens with a gasp.

“Shh.” His finger presses against my lips, silencing any comebacks that might tumble out. He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body and smell the enticing mix of sweat and cologne. His smoky eyes narrow slightly as his head tilts, studying me in the dim light. “Why do you smell like watermelon?”

I laugh. “Someone had a little too much and spilled their drink on me.”

“Well, you smell delicious, Watermelon Girl.” His voice lowers, all humor gone. “Good enough to eat.”

“Hmm,” I murmur, mesmerized. It’s as if he’s put me in a trance. A dick trance. I’m sure it’s a thing.

“Maddy, do you want this?”

I nod because God help me, I do. I’m not sure if that thing can fit inside me, but good God, I want to try.

“Need to hear you say it, babe.”

I lick my lips, a motion he traces with his thumb. “Yes, I want you.”

I watch, captivated, as he slides his hands up my thighs, pushing up my sarong as he goes. He swipes a finger across the edge of my bikini bottoms, earning himself a gasp as I nearly pant in anticipation.

“You’re nervous.” A devilish grin graces his features. “Don’t be.”

Before I can form a coherent reply, his fingers push aside the fabric and slide into me. The unexpected sensation pulls a low moan from my throat.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he practically growls in my ear. “Have you ever had a big dick before, Madison?”

“No.”

“Mmm, I love that I’m your first.” He picks up the pace, working his fingers back and forth. “It’s fucking hot.”

I let out another appreciative gasp as he slips a third one inside.

“I need to stretch you first, babe.”

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