Page 23 of A Method to His Madness

There.

Turned on to a degree that should be impossible, I tilt my head to let her kiss my neck while I unearth the key, slapping it over the sensor. The door opens behind her and we’re in, fucking through our clothes on the way to the bed. Alarm bells begin to sound, because oh yeah, all that stands between me and bone-rattling satisfaction is a couple rough pumps in that tight virgin pussy, but no.

No. Her first time needs to be about her, not me.

“Fuck,” I grind out, laying her down on the bed. Coming down on top of her, the weight of me popping her mouth open on a gasp, pleasure flooding her beautiful features. “Oh m-my God,” she stammers. “You feel so good.”

I bare my teeth against her mouth. “It feels good being pinned down by a man you know will get you off if you only ask.”

“Yes,” she says, dazed. “I’m asking.”

Unbuttoning the front of her dress with my left hand, I kiss her plumped cleavage and up the side of her graceful neck. “It feels good to open your legs for a man who will fuck your mouth in front of strangers, just because it turns you on.”

A flush pinkens her cheeks. “Did it…turn you on, too?”

“Everything with you turns me on, angel.” I peel open her dress, marveling at the smooth dip of her bare stomach, her braless tits, so innocently aroused and ripe to be sucked, then lower, the gentle mound hidden inside of her panties. “Everything.”

I skim my palm across her perked-up nipples, my touch continuing down the center of her superb body while she shivers below me, my hand finally reaching her pussy, cupping it for the very first time. Kneading it gently while her green eyes turn the color of smoked moss, the pace of her breath picking up.

“Does that feel nice, angel?”

“Yes.”

I suction my mouth to the spot below her ear, running my knuckle up and down her slit, dampness reaching me through the cotton. “It’s going to feel even better when I lick it.” Gently, I press my knuckle to her clit, kissing the gasp clean off her delicious mouth. “Do you trust me to take special care of you?”

Eyes glazed over, she nods. “I trust you. Ionlytrust you.”

My chest fills with gratitude, fighting my sexual anticipation for space. “Good girl,” I manage roughly, engaging her in a provocative kiss while I’m dragging the sodden panties down her thighs. Off completely. Her tongue is quickly learning how to stoke my fire, growing more confident and, goddamn, do I benefit from that confidence. She kisses with abandon and tenderness, yes, but the way she opens her mouth so wide, her tongue so curious, also communicates her adventurous side.

“She’s going to fuck like a little fireball, isn’t she?” I mutter against her lips.

“I-I don’t know,” she whispers, still blushing like a schoolgirl. “Am I?”

“That’s what my tongue is for,” I say, kissing my way down between her tits, her quivering stomach, pressing my face to the patch of blonde curls and inhaling that citrusy heaven for everything I’m worth. “To make sure you’re licked up and soaking for me. If you’re not screaming for deeper cock, I better be pulling it out and going back to work.”

I can’t stand another second without her taste, so I catch her knees in my hands, open them wide and lap my tongue up the split of her cunt, my balls throbbing when she lets out a shaky exclamation that isn’t part of any language I’ve heard, her pussy opening for me like the pearly gates, slowly, a blooming of flesh and a rush of warmth on my tongue as I explore her deeply, overwhelmed by her sweetness, her mewls of my name.

I forget myself.

I forget everything I’ve ever known, apart from the flesh between her thighs.

I use my thumb to rub her clit into the open and babble my lips against it, her fingers ripping and tearing at my hair. I’m burning up with fever, inside and out, which makes me realize I’m still in a dress shirt, tie, slacks and shoes, while my angel is buck naked, but there’s no time to undress now. Not when she’s started to press herself into my licks, her lips lifting, offering me the only pussy I’ll ever want or need.

“Should I?” she whimpers. “Should I…can I?”

“Can you what, angel?”

“H-have an orgasm like this?”

“You can have ten like this.” Using the flat of my tongue to paint snug circles atop her clit, I bring my fingers up between her legs, tracing her entrance with the pad of my thumb. “God knows I shouldn’t finger this little thing. We don’t want blood on my hands, do we, Ashley? We want it all over my cock.”

Her hips shift, restless, as if wrestling with her oncoming orgasm.

Desperate to experience that squeeze of muscles, I press my thumb into her entrance, my mind reeling at the firmness of her inner walls, the electrical current that races up my arm when she comes. The way those little tendons constrict around my digit, release, constrict. Releasing more and more wetness.Lord God Almighty.

“I can’t stand another second,” I snarl, my self-control sapped as I growl my way up her body and pounce, yanking her knees up around my hips and arrowing my cock down, between her folds, pressing with gritted teeth while my thick tip spreads her untried hole, swooping down to cover her mouth with mine and pumping clean to the hilt, the dramatic draw and clench of her pussy making me shout into her hair, my lower body shuddering like the ground during an earthquake.

“Oh Christ! Or Lord!”

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