Page 29 of Hunted Temptation
I’ve been feeling her pussy clench around me and release over and over in a rhythm that’s about to send me over the edge, so I assume she’s got to be on edge, ready to fall over at any moment.
“Close, I think,” she breathes.
She thinks?
I don’t ask her that, but I make a note, because she should know when she’s close. But I’m not going to ask her about it right now. All my focus is on orgasming. Hers and mine.
Tugging on her nipple one more time, I shift my hand between her legs and place my thumb against her clit. It’s my turn to shiver. She’s still wearing those fucking panties, and it’s hot as shit.
“Move, Goldie, make us both come.”
And she does. It’s wild and beautiful. Her back bows as she rides me, my thumb pressed against her clit. Thankfully, it doesn’t take her long to find her release. I’m so on edge, ready to fall over, yet trying to hold on.
When she comes, her cries fill the space around me, the sounds mixed with her pulsing pussy causing my own orgasm to rip through me. She collapses on my chest, burying her face in my neck. With my hand still gripping her hip, I move her up and down on my length, milking my dick with her still-fluttering pussy until my balls are empty.
She lifts her head slightly, her eyes finding mine as her lips curve up into a grin. I slide my hands from her hip, up her spine, curl my fingers around the back of her neck, and instead of talking, I gently tug her head down so her mouth is against mine.
After sliding my tongue along the seam of her lips, I gently nip her bottom lip, then release her. She nuzzles my neck, lets out a heavy sigh, and falls asleep that way, my cock softening inside her, her body pressed against mine.
And before I can even gather a thought, I, too, fall asleep—peacefully.
Chapter Eleven
VAUGHN
Inhaling a deep breath,I moan at the scent of Elodie. I turn my head and bury my face in her hair. Inhaling again, I close my eyes. This is wrong. I know it is. She’s fourteen years younger than me. She should not be lying naked next to me. I shouldn’t have done what I did last night, or rather, allowed her to do what she did.
But I can’t stay away from her. She’s so close to me, her scent surrounding me. I want to keep her. I want her beside me at all times. None of my wants are logical. I know that much, but it doesn’t make the wanting stop.
Elodie lets out a sigh, then rolls over and faces me. Watching her, I don’t look away. I can’t. She opens her eyes slowly, blinks a few times, then her lips curve up into a smile before she speaks.
“Good morning,” she rasps.
Reaching out, I cup her cheek with my palm. My eyes search hers for a silent moment, then she turns her head, and her lips touch mine before she lets out a sigh.
I wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me, feeling her chest touch mine. Dipping my chin, I brush my mouth against hers.
“Good morning, Goldie.”
We stay that way, holding one another. Shifting my head backward, I think about all the ways I could fuck her right now. Mouth, hands, cock. I’m willing to do just about anything to make her come. But I also know that it’s time for us to leave and head home.
As I comb my fingers through her hair, she tilts her head back so she can look into my eyes. “I know we’re going back to your real world and my new world,” she murmurs.
“We are,” I agree with her words.
“And you won’t want anything to do with me.”
My lips curve up into a grin. “You think I won’t want anything to do with you?” I ask.
Her brows rise, her gaze searching mine. She doesn’t believe me, but she must not understand just how badly I fucking wanted her last night and just how badly I want her right now.
Instead of telling her that, I touch my mouth to hers before I kiss down her throat, her chest, and then my mouth finds her panty-covered pussy. I blow hot air against her center, and she lifts her hips, whimpering at the sensation.
“Please,” she cries out softly.
I know what she wants—my mouth on her cunt. And I can’t think of a better breakfast. Gently sliding her panties down, I suck her clit between my lips, then flick my tongue against her sweet bundle of nerves. I alternate between circling and flicking her perfect clit over and over.
“Yes,” Elodie whimpers, lifting her hips to meet my mouth.
