Page 127 of Dangerous Men
“That’s what I thought,” I sneer, yanking that tiny piece of fabric aside and sliding my fingers over her, searching for the truth.
She’ssoaked.
I groan, running my fingers through her slick heat. She feels like silk. She’s so soft, so wet, and soperfect.
“I knew it,” I say. “Fuck, you were made for us, weren’t you, Sydney?”
Sydney gasps as I touch her, hips rising to meet my fingers. But I hear it. Soft, and almost inaudible.
“Yes,” Sydney whispers, grinding against my hand.
“Our filthy girl,” I say, fingers sliding over her until I find that hard bundle of nerves. She moans, arching when I circle it.
My fingers move faster and faster, enraptured by the sounds she makes, by every single movement. In every twitch, every gasp, she tells me wordlessly exactly what she wants and how she wants it.
She’s a work of art. Exquisite.
When her legs start to shake, trembling on either side of me, I know she’s close. But I’m not ready to stop, not yet. Not after wanting to touch her for so long.
I pull my hand away, ignoring her cry of protest, and drop to my knees, pulling her to the edge of the table. I need to taste her.
Pushing her legs open even further, I shove her panties to the side and slide my tongue inside her. It’s better than I could have ever imagined. Better than watching Ashton and Sterling with her. She tastes like salted honey. She tastes like every sin I’ve ever wanted to commit.
She reaches for me, burying her hands in my hair to pull me closer, and I groan in encouragement, sucking and licking at every perfect part of her.
“Don’t stop,” Sydney gasps, rocking against me. “Please, oh God, Sebastian… don’t stop.”
When I look up from between her legs, she’s watching me, lips parted, panting. I hold her gaze as I slip a finger inside her, feeling her buck.
That bundle of nerves is even better on my tongue, and I lap at it greedily while I fuck my finger in and out of her. Her thighs clench around me, trembling.
“Look at me,” I demand, moving my hand faster. I let my lips graze against her when I say it. “This is mine. All thispleasure?” I curl my finger as I say it. “This ismine. Look at me, filthy girl. I need to see it when I make you come.”
The second my tongue finds her again, she comes undone, throwing her head back in a soundless scream. Her entire body shakes, thighs squeezing me tight as she rides my face, chasing every ounce of pleasure I’m willing to give her.
I let her take it.
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With just a singlefinger and the tip of his tongue, Sebastian shatters my entire world.
Something terrible shifts inside of me. And when I finally come back down, collapsing back against the table, knocking several books to the ground, I know nothing will be the same.
And that terrifies me.
I think Sebastian knows it, too.
He pulls himself to his feet, staring down at me. I’m horrified by how wet his face is, his lips glistening in the low light of the stock room, covered in evidence of my body’s betrayal.
As the final bit of pleasure eases from me, everything else comes crashing down. I feel unbound, untethered from reality.
Sebastian leans over my body, sliding his finger over my lips.
“Lick it clean,” he orders.
Wordlessly, I obey. I suck the finger into my mouth, tasting myself on it.
