Page 80 of Love Without Control

“I’m just… me,” I said lamely as his hands moved up and down my sides.

Dane’s lips quirked up on one side. “I know. That’s my favorite thing about you.” Then his hands went to my breasts, thumbs strumming over my nipples and drawing them into hard points. When he leaned forward to nuzzle one tip with his nose, he made a soft sound in the back of his throat. “You always smell like honey.”

“It’s my body wash,” I managed to say becausefuck, his mouth wasright there.My voice transformed into a tease. “Or maybe because I’m so sweet.”

His eyes lifted to mine, all mirth gone from his expression. “I have no fucking doubt you are, Wildcat.”

Sweet baby Jesus. If those words and the darkening of his irides wasn’t a sign that he wanted me, I wasn’t sure what was. Well, perhaps the extremely hard dick I was currently sitting on was another obvious indication.

When his lips closed around one of my nipples, my head fell back on a moan. “So good,” I called to the ceiling as he sucked, adding a scrape of teeth to the mix. My hips circled, dragging my clit across his rigid length with each rotation, and my spine tingled.

“Your tits are perfectly bite-sized, baby girl,” he mumbled around me.

“Is that code for small?” I mean, my boobs weren’t mosquito bites, but they were by no means large.

Dane released me with a pop, a naughty smile playing across his lips. “Haven’t you ever heard that the best things come in small packages? Like chocolate chips. They’re not big, but they make the most delicious cookies.”

I giggled and roped my fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth to my other breast. “Shut up and suck.”

He did as directed, taking my other nipple between his lips and giving it the same attention as the other. I felt him fumbling around behind me, but I was too distracted by all the sucking and hip grinding to care what he was doing. But I figured it out a minute later when he held my back with both hands and laid me on the floor. Dane had folded my sweatshirt to form a makeshift pillow for my head. The gesture was so sweet it made my heart swell.

He continued working over my breasts, low groans rumbling from his throat and vibrating through my sensitive flesh.

“Your nipples are so goddamn hard against my tongue, baby girl. I could eat them all day.” He lifted an eyebrow. “If I didn’t already have another meal in mind.”

Holy flipping hell!

“You just had breakfast,” I said cheekily and then let out a little yelp when his teeth scraped along a spot on my rib cage that skated the line between tickling and overwhelming pleasure.

He looked up at me and chuckled. “I’m a glutton for your pussy, baby. I’m going to coat my fucking face with your orgasm.” His grin was impossibly wicked. “I’ve heard a woman’s cum is an excellent beard conditioner.”

My entire body trembled at the filth coming out of this man. “You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Osbourne.”

“My mouth has many talents, Mrs. Osbourne. Dirty talking is only one of them.” Then he kissed his way down my body—sucking, nipping, licking—until he reached my stomach. He pressed a line of kisses above the waistband of my red lounge pants, his facial hair lightly scratching over the taut flesh before his eyes found mine. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I think I might murder you if you don’t.”

“Jesus, so fucking violent,” he complained, though I caught the amused irony in his tone. Hooking his fingers into the top of my pants, he dragged them down my legs, leaving me in only a pair of black microfiber bikini panties. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he said softly, kissing his way up the inside of one thigh.

Dane angled his head an inch until his nose was right in my crotch, moving up and down my slit. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” He gave me a long lap of his tongue over my underwear, and my hips lifted off the floor, seeking what my body needed. “So goddamn greedy for my mouth on your cunt.”

“Please,” I whimpered, desperation making me beg.

“Such an impatient little wildcat,” he murmured, kissing down my other thigh and licking his way back up. Then he slid the tip of his tongue along the seam where my panties met my leg. “Fuck, I can’t wait another second to taste you.”

Thank god!

As soon as he tugged my panties down, the cool air hit my pussy but did nothing to extinguish the fire between my legs. Only one thing could do that. And I finally got it.

Spreading me with his thumbs, Dane took a long, slow lick up the center of me, and I cried out in relief. “Oh shit, that feels good!”

His smiling lips peeked through the dark beard when he lifted his head. “Just wait, Wildcat.” He flicked my clit with a pointed tongue. “I’m about to do things to you that will make you see Jesus and call me your god.”

I tried to retort something smart, but my throat was clogged with lust. Dane pressed soft kisses all over my pussy. “Or you can just call me your husband.”

He really liked saying that.

“Ifmyhusbanddoesn’t put that tongue to good use, I’ll take care of it my damn self,” I warned, earning me a soft laugh from the man who was trying to torture me to death.

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