Page 112 of Infatuation

He’s getting closer and closer to ground zero, but he’s drawing it out, teasing me, sending me into a frenzy. I prop my left thigh onto his shoulder, straining my pelvis toward him, jerking like a dog in heat. I grab his head and yank his hair and he moans into my crotch, puffing warm air onto my sensitive flesh.

Finally, after what seems like forever, his warm tongue flickers onto my clit and begins lapping at me voraciously, eliciting a sound from me like I’ve just placed my hand on a hot stove. I press myself into him violently, desperately, jolting, gripping the table behind me, my pelvis jerking rhythmically with the hungry movements of his lips and tongue.

“Oh, hell yeah,” I breathe. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Oh God, I’m beginning to clench forcefully from deep inside. This is incredible. This man right here gets the job done right.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls from between my legs. “Sofuckinggood.”

As his mouth continues working my tip, he slides his fingers deep inside me—and that’s all my body needs to release forcefully. In an instant, pleasure is slamming into me like a hurricane—I’m twisting, warping, shuddering around his fingers, all the while grasping urgently at his head between my legs. “Josh,” I sputter. “Oh my God,yes.” I claw at him, gasping, gripping the hair on the back of his head, his ears, cheeks, neck, yanking at the fabric of his shirt—doing whatever it takes to survive the brutality of the pleasure I’m experiencing.

Josh abruptly takes my thigh off his shoulder and stands up to his full height, his eyes blazing like blue coals. He licks his glistening lips and begins slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m dripping down my thighs with my arousal, jerking my pelvis in anticipation of the delicious fucking I’m about to take. Oh my God. My clit is vibrating with a low, insistent hum, rippling with faint aftershocks from my orgasm.

As Josh continues unbuttoning his shirt, I reach down and stroke the bulge in his pants, reveling in the delectable hardness of him against my fingertips. I can’t think straight. All I can do iswant.

He peels off his shirt and tosses it onto the floor and I’m treated to the same panty-soaking view of his muscled, tattooed torso I beheld in the hallway after Reed’s party. Only this time, he’s even sexier than he was to me then, if that’s possible.

“Oh my God,” I whisper, ogling him. “Oh myGod.”

Josh flashes a cocky grin. “I know, but feel free to call meJosh.”

Even through my intense arousal, I laugh.

“Oh man, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Party Girl,” he growls. “I’m gonna fuck youandyour fucking Hyphen, baby.”

I semi-chuckle—my brain knows that was funny—but I’m too wound up to laugh. I can barely stand, I’m so frickin’ aroused.

I run my hands over the “Grace” tattoo on his muscled chest, convulsing with excitement as I do, and then across his “OVERCOME” tattoo scrolling across his ripped lower abs. Oh God, I’m beginning to feel desperate for him.

He leans forward and kisses me, caressing my breast as he does, and I reach down hungrily to unfasten his pants.

I open his belt and zipper and quickly open the front of his pants.

His humongous bulge is trapped inside simple white briefs. I yank feverishly on his underwear and he pulls them off.

I look down at his naked body and convulse with pleasure at the sight of him. Holy fuckballs, he’s the sexiest man alive.

Josh embraces me and I melt into his arms, shaking with excitement.

His lips are on mine, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my back. He gropes my ass and skims his fingers inside my ass crack and I moan involuntarily. Oh God, I’m losing my fucking mind with anticipation.

“Fuck me already,” I say. “Please.”

I pull back from him and grasp his shaft, twitching with arousal as I do—and at my eager touch, Josh grips the back of my hair, pulls my head back and leans right into my face.

“You’ve been torturing me—so now I’m torturing you.”

He kisses me deeply, still gripping my hair, making my knees buckle.

“I like hearing you beg,” he breathes. “As you should.”

I’m reeling. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m losing hold of my sanity. Why won’t he do it already? I’ve already waited far too long.

“Please,” I beg.

He smiles wickedly. “Oh my God, the things I’m gonna do to you,” he whispers, almost to himself. He grabs his pants off the floor, fishes into his pocket, and pulls out a foil packet. Ten seconds later, he looks up from rolling the condom onto his erection, growls, turns me around abruptly and guides my shuddering body to the nearby table.

Good lord, I can’t remember the last time a man turned me on this much. I’m non-functional—his for the taking, any which way he pleases. I’ve quite literally never been this turned-on before.

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