Page 70 of My Silver Lining

Holy. Freaking. Hotness.

He pulled back and breathed me in before reaching for the side of my panties. I thought he’d pull them down my legs, but instead, he tore them on each side of my hip and tucked the scrap of fabric into his coat pocket.

“If I get to taste you one time, I’m not waiting. I’ll replace the panties,” he said, burying his face between my legs.

Licking and tasting and sucking every inch of me.

I bucked wildly just as he lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he gripped my ass to pull me closer and slipped his tongue in. I saw stars.

He worked me over and over, in and out, quicker now, and I was gasping and tugging at his hair.

His thumb moved to my clit, just as bright lights flooded behind my eyelids, and my entire body shook. I squeezed my thighs against his ears and cried out his name as I went over the edge.

He kept rocking me against his lips, making sure I rode out every last bit of pleasure. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm, and I never wanted it to end.

My breathing slowed as my eyelids opened to look down at the man still buried between my thighs. His head tipped back, his lips glossy with my desire, and his dark gaze met mine.

“Thank you. That was amazing,” I whispered. “What a way to end a fake relationship. Best breakup ever.”

“You taste as good as I knew you would.”

I started to move my legs, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable that I was spread wide open to him.

He helped me to my feet and adjusted my dress. “Sorry about your panties. I’ll replace them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. That was a sexy move, Rafael.” I reached into his pocket where he’d tucked my nip cover and slid it beneath the satin fabric of my dress, unable to miss the giant erection straining against his pants.

“Glad you liked it. So, no sex before the breakup, huh?” His voice was all tease.

“I think that would complicate things. But I would like to return the favor.” I cupped his dick with my hand, and he groaned.

“You want me to fuck that sweet mouth of yours?”

“I do,” I purred.

He reached for his suit coat that was sitting on the shelf beside us and dropped it to the floor so I wouldn’t have to kneel on the cement beneath our feet.

Very chivalrous, considering what we were doing.

I slowly moved to my knees, eager to please him the way he’d pleased me.

Rarely was I this invested in pleasing a man.

I can’t remember the last time I cared to do so.

But here I was, on my knees in a maintenance closet at my fake boyfriend’s boss’s wedding.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Torturously slow, and he hissed out a breath when I tugged his briefs down.

I’d seen the goods in the shower that day, but being this close was a whole different story.

I could see the thick girth of him. The veins throbbing on his length.

The precum dripping from the tip of his erection.

I swirled my tongue around the top, and he sucked in a breath as his head fell back against the wall.

I opened my mouth, taking him as deep as I could without gagging, and I slowly moved.

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