Page 9 of Taking The Virgin

I scratch at the headboard, I mewl, I pant. I can’t take this anymore, this soul-splitting ecstasy, this fire that’s shooting through me and killing me until, finally, I pulse into the air, bursting into a million different pieces that scatter everywhere, lighting up the darkness and then fading.

But I’m still burning for him, and the next thing I know, my eyes are open, I’m aflame. I’m his dirty girl, sliding back down him and grappling with the fly of his trousers, not knowing what the hell to do next but knowing I want this. Wanthim.

When my vision clears, I see his expression—consumed with a need that matchesmine.

A moment of reality stops me from unzipping him, and our gazes lock, my heart beating all over my body, overtaking me. I want to do this, but I’m not sure whattodo.

He must see the absolute inexperience on me, and he unzips his trousers for me. When he takes out his long, thick, hard length, I suck in a quavering breath.

“Just put your mouth on me,” he says tightly. “That’s all you have to do, Red.”

He sounds possessive of me, and I like that. I want to please him, so I do what he tells me to and kiss the tip of him. He’s damp with beads of cum, and there’s a slightly salty taste tohim.

“Use your tongue to get me off,” he says. “Now.”

I swirl my tongue over his head, and he groans so forcefully that I feel it in my veins. A tremor wracks me as I wait for more instructions.

“Lick me up and down,” he growls. “Fuck, you already know what you’re doing anyway…”

A flame of confidence lights me up, and I eagerly comply. I bathe him up and down, exploring his hard shaft. The braver I get, the more chances I take, whirling my tongue around him and even slipping him into my mouth.

Mmm. I’m in heaven. And I think he is, too, judging by the rough sounds he’s making and how his fingers are gripping my hair to keep me going.

“Goddammit,” he grits. “Goddammit…”

His fingers tighten in my hair just before he jerks, blasting into my mouth. I take him in as best as I can, drinking him up, still holding his shaft until he spends himself.

I look up at him. He seems savagely sated, as if all the tension has left him. But as he watches me wipe his cum from my lips, there’s something else in that dark gaze that I don’t think I’ll ever understand. Is it longing for somethingelse?

It can’t be. This is Owen Gregory, the coldest man I’ve ever met, and any minute he’s going to go back to being thatway.

He laughs quietly, then tucks one arm behind his head. With the other hand, he crooks his finger at me. My heart bends in my chest as I crawl to him, then lay down beside him. He watches me with that intense, mysterious gaze that rips me up inside.

“That was a very good start,” he says. “But things haven’t gotten nearly as dirty as they’re going to get tonight.”

I smile, because I’m already addicted to this new erotic experience.

I’m already addicted tohim.

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