Page 47 of Captain's Claim

And I’m about to prove it.

I push Sophia back against the couch, and she’s sprawled beneath me, her robe long gone. That alone makes my cock throb painfully, but right now? My focus is somewhere else entirely.

Her thighs.

Her fucking thighs.

I settle between them, broad hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the soft heat of her skin, the way she trembles under my touch. Her legs part just enough to give me a glimpse of heaven - so slick, soft.

Except for one annoying little problem.

A tiny scrap of lace still stands between me and what I want.

I drag my thumb along the outside of her darkened black panties, teasing the seam, watching the way her body shudders at the first subtle stroke over her clit. My fingers flex on her thighs. My mouth waters.

"Sophia.You’re so wet for me."

Her breath catches, her fingers tightening around the cushion beneath her.

I hook my fingers into the delicate lace at her hips, slowly… so fucking slowly dragging them down her legs.

She gasps, hips lifting instinctively, letting me strip her bare right before my greedy eyes.

I grin right at her, tucking the ruined lace panties right in my pocket. "You're never getting these back, by the way."

She glares right at me, breathless. "You're hoarding underwear now?"

"Sweetheart, I collect trophies for a living."

She opens her mouth to respond, but I press an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, and whatever comment she was about to make?Gone.

"Blake—"

"Shhh." I grip her thighs, kissing her as I press them wider. "I just need to—"

Fuck, I can’t even finish the sentence. Because now that she’s fully exposed, now I can see what she's been hiding from me behind those snarky comments and witty comebacks, my brain completely malfunctions.

Jesus fucking Christ.

She’s glistening, slick folds spread open for me, a delicate flush of pink, her clit already swollen, waiting for my mouth.

Her thighs tremble under my grip, her slick heat shining in the dim light. She’s so fucking perfect I feel like I’ve just uncovered some long-lost treasure.

I slide my palms up her inner thighs, spreading her wider, just so I can look.

"Swear to God, sweetheart," I breathe, leaning closer to the scent of her soaked pussy. "You're going to ruin me."

Her breath hitches, her nails reaching for me, clawing at my arms. "Blake, please-"

And that one little please, breathy and oh-so fucking desperate… like my very own precious little good girl has finally been awakened?

That's all it takes.

I fucking dive in.

My tongue makes contact with her clit and instantly she gasps, gripping me tight. I drag my tongue slow and deep through her folds, savoring my first taste like I might never get this moment again.

I groan against her, the silky heat of her slick pussy coating my mouth.

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