Page 25 of Personal Disaster

The first slide of his tongue against the swollen lips of my sex is unexpected, which is ridiculous. His head is between my legs and he’s pulling me toward his mouth. What did I think was going to happen?

But this is so much better than I ever could have hoped.

He’s giving head like he kisses. With disorienting thoroughness. Long, slow tasting licks and sweet, hungry pulls.

He’s giving head like a committed pervert. He’s everything I wished for and more, and all of me throbs at the pleasure of his tongue between my legs. My breasts are heavy, my nipples tight, and deep inside me, arousal starts topool.

I could come like this. Out in the open, riding hisface.

My hands dip and sway as he urges my hips to rock against his mouth. Oh, yes. I will come come like this. He latches on to my clit and sucks, and the eagerness is enough to put me over the edge. It’s a bright, sharp orgasm that shoots through me. I topple forward, but his hands shoot up and catch me, holding my body with superhuman strength as he licks me through the rippling aftereffects.

My head is spinning now. This isn’t real. This is some kind of lust-induced dream, the way he moves me around effortlessly. He sets me down on the grass, then twists around and tugs me beneath him as wekiss.

He tastes like me, and my breath catches hard in my throat.

He tastes like he feasted on mybody.

I push against him, first with my hips, then with my hands. I can’t decide what I want next. I want it all. But first I want him on his back, so I can crawl down his body and take him in my mouth and on myskin.

“Not here,” he whispers, palming my ass beneath my skirt as I try to wriggle south.

Right. We’re out in the open, and he’s in uniform.

“Sorry,” I say, breathinghard.

“Nothing to be sorry about.” He laughs and hauls me up for another kiss. “Christ, that was perfect. Comeon.”

He leaps to his feet and gives me his hand. I stand, way less graceful—because I’m still shaking—and he scoops me into hisarms.

“Marcus!”

“Yes?” He grins at me as he strides back toward the office.

The porch creaks under his heavy steps, but he manages to swing the door open withease.

I guess I can’t protest his ability to carry me around.

He locks the door behind us, and I immediately wiggle out of hisarms.

“Here, though, yes?”

He groans as I push him back against the desk, sitting him where he sat me, because turnabout is fair play, and I drop to my knees. “Yes.”

I make short work of his belt, his zipper, and then his erection bulges out at me from behind the now-tight black cotton of his boxer briefs. Oh, Ranger Boy is most definitely RangerMan.

My mouth waters. I’ve never wanted to give a sloppy blowjob quite as much as I do in this moment. But I still take a minute to appreciate this moment—the way his abs have pulled taught. The dark line of hair that disappears under the elastic I’ve hooked my fingers over. The veins popping on either side, next to those cut lines of muscles…

I lean in and lick along one of those delicious looking trenches.

He tastes like warm, cleanman.

Oh, this mountain air is amazing.

“Poppy…”

I smile as he groans my name, his voice dropping into a rough, guttural note that makes me wet all over again. I may not like a BJ to be expected on a date, but come on—there’s nothing better than the heady feeling of controlling a man from my knees.

Epic. Power.

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