Page 69 of Undeniable Temptation

“Because I said.”

She quirked a brow but began crawling up his body.

“No.” He shook his head. “Just your ass. I want my mouth between those thighs.”

Her lips parted, her shock evident. Then she was complying, maneuvering ninety degrees to straddle him backward so her pretty pussy was in his face. He didn’t wait for her to get comfortable. He clutched her thighs and yanked her cunt down to his mouth, sinking his tongue deep.

She cried out and relaxed into him, letting him taste his fill as her lips sank back over his cock.

The volume of the movie increased, theboom,boom,boomof an action scene so loud it vibrated the walls. He didn’t care. He gave no fucks about his friends overhearing. He gave no fucks about being caught. The only fucks he gave were about Leah and making her come before he lost control.

The taste of her was playing havoc with his senses. The scent of soap and the musk of her arousal making him mindless. He sucked on her clit, sucked as hard as she was sucking his cock and then some. Her taste was all through his mouth, her juices coating his tongue. He couldn’t get enough. Never could. Never would.

He wove one of his arms further around her thigh, his thumb reaching for the clit piercing he both loved and despised. He flicked the jewelry, let his touch grind over it, again and again until she was bucking his face, his beard likely leaving a rash against her delicate skin.

Her palms pressed against his legs, spreading them wide as the sound of her suction battled over the garbled television.

“Ryan…” She was panting against his shaft. “Don’t. Stop.”

“Wait…” He tried to pull from her, otherwise he’d lose himself in her mouth, but she wouldn’t allow it. She took him deep, her tongue working frantically along his length, her fingers walking over his sack to the sensitive area before his ass. So close. So close.

She whimpered and her entire body went taut with release—arms, legs, lips. The grip of her mouth was so tight as she mewled that he couldn’t stop himself from following after her. His orgasm surged. Pulse after pulse coating the back of her throat. So much pleasure he couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe through the taste of her.

He continued lapping her pussy, flicking her clit, repaying the gift of ecstasy. They descended together, the strokes of his tongue growing languid as she lessened the friction on his cock and relaxed on top of him.

Yet, he still wanted more. He continued to taste her. Slower. Gentle. Deliberate. He learned her folds, inside and out, lapping top to bottom. She wiggled and he held her thighs tight, her pussy still over his face.

“Ryan…” She groaned with another wiggle. “Let me go.”

Never. Not now. Not ever. But he released his hold, ignoring the hollow ache in his chest as her evaporating heat left him cold. She climbed over him, turning awkwardly so they were face to face before collapsing into her previous position against the wall.

He hadn’t done that before. Hadn’t lost himself in a woman’s mouth. Julie never wanted to do it and he never asked her to. It wasn’t a big deal. He knew his opinion of Leah shouldn’t change because of what just happened. Nope. Not at all. But it had. He was more enamored, more hypnotized, more in need of…more.

He kicked off the boxer briefs hovering at his knees and pulled her into his chest. “Come here.” He gripped her hips, dragged her on top of him, then over to the other side of the mattress closest to the curtain. “I don’t want to suffocate you in the corner.”

“Thank you.” Her eyes were dreamy, equal parts sex-drugged and sleep deprivation.

“You tired?”

“I am now.” She smiled and nuzzled into his chest like an exhausted kitten. “Tired and content.”

He pulled her close, resting his chin against the top of her head as he closed his eyes. “I love seeing you like this.”

“Naked? I’m not surprised.”

“No, seeing you relaxed.” He chuckled. “And with your guard down.”

She nodded. “It’s nice to be able to feel that way with someone. Being vulnerable has its advantages.”

“You’re not vulnerable with me.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ve told you I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.”

There was something hidden in her reply. An underlying fragility he didn’t want to pinpoint. Her confidence in him would take time, and he wasn’t going to push her. He had her love. He had her affection and her lust, too. Even though he hated hiding what they shared from the rest of the world, being the only one to know how she felt was enough for now.

“Hey, Mace?” he called over the drone of the television. “Can you quit the noise?”

The volume decreased along with the vibrations of the walls. “You two done?”

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