Page 56 of Hot Shot

“You like this.”

This time I don’t lie. “God yes. I love it.”

“Mmm. Love it, too.”

Shivers cascade down my spine and the backs of my thighs. Wow. He sets me on fire with his touch and his kisses and his words, and I’m losing my damn mind. Every inch of me wants more . . . my ass tingles with the need for his touch, my breasts ache, and my pussy quivers. This is crazy and hot and sexy as hell.

“Need to see you. All of you.” He gently turns her and steps back. “That sexy back that made my dick hard all night.” His hands curve around my hips, then smooth down my thighs and back up, brushing over the string of my thong. He lays a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my spine, brushing his tongue over me. My skin prickles everywhere, expectation thrumming through me at what he might do next . . . where he would touch . . .

And he does it . . . he kisses the small of my back, rasps his beard stubble over the upper curve of my ass, then kisses me there on one cheek . . . then the other . . . so soft, so gentle, and yet so arousing. It’s so erotic, my bones are melting.

“These little panties are perfect,” he growls. “Showing off this perfect ass. I knew it was gorgeous.”

Breath burns my lungs as I inhale. “Th-thank you.”

“It’s even better in real life,” he continues, dropping more kisses over it, then stroking his tongue along the under curve. “Your skin is so soft. Beautiful.”

Desire gathers fast and dark like a storm, swirling, surging, and a moan climbs up my throat. I cup my breasts to try to assuage the ache there, my clit pulsing. As if he senses what I need, he slips his hand back between my thighs to cup my pussy again, the other sliding around to press against my lower belly while he kisses my cheeks. Every breath I pull into my lungs is laced with expectation, the need for him to touch me even deeper shimmering through my body.

His hand leaves my pussy and he turns me, holding my hips. He’s strong but gentle, and that just turns me on even more. Kneeling in front of me, he drags my panties down to join my dress and his shirt in a pile at my feet. I gaze down at him in awe, taking in the position that’s almost worshipful, the focused intensity of his gaze on my body, the careful touch of his hands as he bares me entirely to him. He lifts one foot to edge the clothing aside, then the other, then sweeps his hands up my legs. His thumbs brush over the narrow strip of curls at the juncture of my thighs, then press inward to urge my legs apart.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my lower belly. “Beautiful.”

His thumbs slip into my slit, and he uses his shoulder to nudge my legs wider. With heavy-lidded eyes, he inhales, kissing my bare mons, then lower.

My heart lodges in my throat, making breathing impossible. I watch him, heat pouring over my body, sensation rippling through me as he gives me a soft, closed-mouth kiss, then licks me in a long, slow stroke.

It feels like a dream, like I’m floating, like this can’t really be happening. My legs wobble and I reach for his head, gripping his hair. He grunts as he continues to lick me, his tongue exploring, tasting, circling my straining clit. “Marco . . . oh God.”

“You taste sweet, baby. Goddamn.” He licks deeper. “How’m I ever gonna get enough of this sweet pussy?”

Heat pools low in my core, pleasure twisting up inside me. My eyes drift closed, my head falling back, and I lose myself in the barrage of exquisite sensation as he tongues me, sucks my soft flesh into his mouth, nips at my inner thighs. “Oh my God. So good . . . Marco . . . ” I twist my fingers in his hair.

“Yeah. Good.”

My legs shake harder and he seems to realize I’m about to collapse. He surges upward, lifts me, and deposits me on the bed. He lays a palm between my breasts and propels me down to my back on the mattress, then circles my ankles with his hands to bend my legs up and open. As he gazes down at me, his expression hungry, his tongue swipes over his bottom lip in a move that makes my belly flip-flop.

He strokes my pussy lips with his blunt fingertips. “So smooth here.”

I give a tiny nod.

“I like it.”

“I’m glad,” I breathe.

He goes to his knees again beside the bed and kisses the inside of one knee. He murmurs appreciatively as he kisses and licks his way up my thigh, closer and closer to my center.

“You smell delicious, Carrie.”

My clit pulses and my vagina aches. I’ve never been with someone who takes so much pleasure inmebut who also wants to make me feel good.

Marco parts me with his thumbs and my hips lift off the bed.

“Oh God.” I dig my fingers into the duvet as Marco licks his way through my folds. His tongue stiffens and pushes into my opening, a teasing taste of what I need, only I need more . . . so much more. He kisses my folds, little suckling kisses, so gentle.

“Sweet, Carrie. You taste goddamn sweet.” His voice is rough with arousal.

I arch with pleasure. God, he knows how to give oral sex! Slow and luxurious, with satiny licks, tender kisses, and gentle sucking, he pulls my swollen flesh into his mouth, gently releases it, then moves to the other side and does the same. Sensation burns and twists inside me. He nibbles his way up to my throbbing clit, finally taking it into his mouth, tugging and sucking, and I explode against his mouth.

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