Page 48 of Captain's Claim

"Fuck," I growl, voice vibrating against her perfect little clit. "You taste like honey."

Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as I devour her like a man who's been fucking starving.

I lick her, sucking and worshipping every damn inch, circling her tight hole, flicking it just right until her thighs tremble against the sofa beneath me. I tease my way lower, holding her still, keeping her thighs open for me, letting her take my tongue deep inside her pussy.

"Oh my God," she whimpers, her hands gripping my hair like she'll die if I stop. "Don't you dare stop. Fuck, Blake… Oh, Blake!"

I groan, rutting my hips against the couch just to ease the pressure building against my jeans. I'm so fucking hard for her it’sinsane.

I suckle her clit more, lick her entrance over and over, then do it again, and again, and again, until she’s writhing beneath me, gasping, pleading as her thighs squeeze my damn head so hard it might just pop off my shoulders.

"FUCK!"

She's about to shatter, her voice completely wrecked.

I hum against her, dragging my fingers down her slick heat, replacing my tongue with two thick fingers, curling them deep inside her as I suck her clit hard.

Her whole body locks up.

Then, she breaks apart.

She screams, arching off the couch, grinding her pussy against my tongue as she comes hard, drenching my mouth in her sweet, perfect fucking arousal.

I drink it in, every last drop of pure fucking perfection.

Her hands fall from my hair, her body collapsing against the cushions. I kiss her inner thigh, then press one last slow, filthy kiss to her still-throbbing clit before finally pulling back.

I stand up, stretching like I didn’t just destroy her entire fucking life.

Sophia is wrecked. Boneless. Sprawled across the couch, her cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to process what the hell just happened.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning like a man who just won the Stanley Cup.

She looks destroyed.

Absolutely wrecked.

"Well," I smirk, adjusting my pants, my cock still aching behind my zipper. "Even if I have to say it myself… I'm damn good at apologizing."

She makes a weak sound. Something between a disbelieving laugh and a breathless groan, but she’s too far gone to even form words.

I tilt my head. "Need a minute, sweetheart?"

Her gaze sharpens, and there it is - the fire that never stays gone for long.

"You are so—"

"Talented?" I cut in. "Generous? The best thing that’s ever happened to you?"

Her hand fumbles for a pillow, and before I even see it coming…WHACK.

A direct hit to my goddamn face.

Chapter Twelve

Sophia

Igroan, burying my face in my pillow as a very particular ache settles between my thighs.

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