Page 38 of Claimed By the Villain
I stroke her clit and bite her slick folds.
She trembles when my tongue slides into her, grinding on my face and moaning my name.
I want to keep her like this forever, spread open and ready for me to drink from whenever I want, making her pussy my fucking meal.
I part her folds with two fingers and suck her clit from behind, mercilessly. Her trembling grows frantic, and I stop. I need to see her face when she comes.
Still on my knees, I turn her around and lift her thighs onto my shoulders, only a sliver of her back touching the wall. She’s unsteady. Surrendered.
And fuck, I love it.
I bury my face in her wet heat, sucking her clit and slipping a finger inside her tight little cunt.
She pushes forward, offering herself to me, begging with every whimper.
“Oh!” she cries out.
I flick her clit and devour her with my tongue, plunging it deep into her sweet pussy.
“Grind on my face, Jackie.”
She does, and that sends her over the edge. She screams, coming hard and moaning my name.
Fuck, she’s so sensitive. A total dream.
I lick up every drop until the shaking stops. Only then do I lower her carefully, pull her panties back up, and fix her dress.
She’s still moaning, clinging to my shoulders. I kiss her hungrily, and she gives me everything, melting in my arms.
“You’re fucking irresistible, Jackie.”
She buries her face in my chest, suddenly shy, and that little gesture hits me hard.
I step back just an inch and murmur in her ear:
“Food?”
It takes her a few seconds to realize I mean actual food and I see the embarrassment on her face as her dirty thoughts catch up.
“I gave in too easily to you,” she says.
She tries to push me away, but I don’t budge.
I meet her gaze, and then finally, I take a slow step back, just to show her this isn’t a game.
“I want to leave,” she says, though I’m certain she doesn’t mean it.
“Why?”
“Where do I even start? Maybe with the fact that you walked out of my house two months ago—after making me feel exactly like this—and didn’t give me a single call in all the weeks that followed?”
Time to raise the stakes.
“I couldn’t,” I say. “I was in a coma.”
Chapter 21
Jackie is so shocked that she lets me lead her to the dining table without protest. It’s the first time I’ve brought someone here to eat, and I have no idea if I did everything right or why it even matters to me.
