Page 176 of Beautiful Collide

“What are you doing?” Her eyes are wide, full of shock.

My lips spread into a giant grin. “Tasting my wife.”

I think she’s going to say no, but instead, she shivers at my words.

Never an objection.

She lifts her ass, giving me ample space to remove her underwear.

Once they’re off, I sit back and look at what’s mine. Her pussy gleams back at me. Hot and wet and ready to come. Which she will, but only on my tongue today.

There’s not enough time to fuck her right. But I still need to see her fall apart.

Molly Sinclair coming is my favorite sight. Making her come . . . my favorite pastime.

I lean forward, placing my hands on her thighs to keep them spread, then lift to place a kiss on her lips. She tastes like cherries and sin.

Her tongue swirls around mine. I kiss her once, twice, and on the third peck, I pull away, moving my mouth to her jaw.

With slow movements, I trail a line down her neck, dipping my tongue in the hollow before moving to her exposed collarbone.

Since she still has her shirt on, I drop down, positioning myself to continue my exploring. When my mouth meets her skin this time, my teeth graze her soft flesh.

It drifts up, getting closer and closer to where she wants me, but I don’t go there. Instead, I trail kisses up and down her thigh.

Hands tug at my hair, and I look up to find Molly staring down at me, her eyes fiery with desire.

“Don’t you dare pull away again.” She groans as my tongue starts its descent in the opposite direction as she wants.

Her legs shake in protest. “Please.”

“Patience.” I lick my way back up, leaving goose bumps in my tongue’s wake.

A groan escapes her mouth, but I still don’t give her what she wants. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re an asshole?”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were so impatient, Hex.” I chuckle against her skin.

I nip her thigh. Then I trace my tongue over her bare pussy lips, kissing the plump skin.

“Beg me to fuck you with my mouth.”

“No.”

I lean forward and blow on her swollen clit. Her whole body shudders. A primal moan escapes her lips.

I pull back. “Beg me, Molly.”

I peer up, catching her glassy gaze, mouth open in pleasure as she silently begs me with her eyes to get her off.

When she shakes her head, I move closer, running my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top.

“Tell me what you want. And I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck me with your tongue.”

“Good girl. Your wish is my command, wife.”

And I do. My lips move up, kissing her clit once before sucking it into my mouth.

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