Page 62 of Lethal Game

“Does it involve your penis in my vagina?”

“Time for a vocabulary lesson.” She could feel his lips smile as he kissed the back of her neck. “It involves your lips wrapped around my cock.”

“What’s wrong with ‘penis’?” she asked, wiggling against that very long, hard part of his anatomy.

“‘Penis’ is for pansies and hospitals. Cock is what you say in bed with a beautiful woman. This—” he cupped her vagina “—is a pussy. And these,” he said, finally allowing her to turn onto her back and capturing her breasts in his hands, “are the finest tits I’ve ever fucked.”

She stared up at him, panting and so damned needy she was afraid she was going to self-combust. “I want that.”

He played with her breasts, his fingers stroking her nipples. “Hmm? What do you want?”

“To get...” She’d use his word. “...fucked.”

His gaze, which had been glued to what he was doing to her, jerked up to meet hers. One corner of his mouth slanted upward. “No.”

She was beginning to recognize that expression on his face. Devious. He already knew what he was going to do. He had a plan, and when Connor had a plan, he didn’t deviate from it. “What then?”

He slid down her body, pushed her thighs apart and stared at her...pussy.

She propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look. “Are you going to eat me out?” she asked breathlessly.

He grinned. “Does thinking about that make you hot?”

So hot, but...“I...what if you don’t like how I taste?”

He closed his eyes and inhaled. “You smell like sunshine, summer, and a spice that’s yours alone.” His eyes opened and the desire on his face made her breath catch. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He didn’t move, seemed to be waiting. “Okay?”

He was waiting. Waiting for her to be ready.

With him, she was ready for everything. “Yes.”

“Good.”

He lowered his face and licked.

She had no idea what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t what she got.

Pleasure. Languorous, yet it built quickly as he used his tongue to stimulate her clitoris.

“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s...”

“What, sweetheart? Tell me.”

“Very arousing.”

“It’s about to get a lot more than that.”

He continued to lick and suck at her clitoris, but he also added a finger, which felt huge. The dual stimulation built up the pleasure leading toward an orgasm she couldn’t wait to experience again.

When he added a second finger, she damn near came off the bed. The stretch from two fingers threw her from first gear into fifth and she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. The other hand speared into Con’s short hair and held his head against her.

She had to come now.

He changed the angle of his fingers penetrating her and she detonated. The pleasure radiated out in a wave that sucked her under, making everything else, the whole world, inconsequential. Unfortunately, the wave eventually ebbed, and she came back to the reality to find Con watching her with a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“See,” she said, still out of breath, “I like penetration.”

“Let’s see if you like it another way.”

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