Page 100 of Say My Name

I remove my hands from the apex of my thighs and the way Devereaux’s studying me makes me wetter than imaginable.

Needing relief, I squirm on the bed.

“You want my tongue playing with your pussy, don’t you?”

I blush at the vulgarity of his words, but they’re turning me on more than I’ve ever been. “Yes.”

“Toss me your panties. You won’t be getting them back either. They’re my trophy for tonight.”

He runs a hand over the thick ridge in his underwear, and I slide my panties off and fling them at him.

He catches them with one hand and brings them to his nose, getting his fill of their scent. “Fuck, I can’t wait to eat this pussy.” He tosses the panties aside and then his gaze falls on me again. “Spread them wide,” he says, nodding toward my legs.

I do as he says, and he falls to his knees.

“You’ve got the prettiest pussy,” he says, reaching for my ankle and bringing me to the edge of the bed. My legs hike over his shoulders, and he drags his nose along my seam, sniffing me before he runs his tongue through my wetness and licks at my clit.

He starts a rhythm, my clit then down my pussy and back up again, running through the circuit a few more times. His hands grip my thighs, pushing my legs further apart until he’s eating me in the same manner a wild beast would eat their prey.

And that’s how I feel right now. Like innocent prey being mauled by the beast.

He drags a finger over my clit, and then another, before he sticks both fingers inside me in one punishing stroke.

“Ah,” I moan out.

“That’s it. Take my fingers deep inside this little cunt,” he husks out before he’s back to sucking on my clit.

I’m grinding on his face, unable to even think about anything but my impending orgasm that looms just out of reach.

“This feels so good,” I call out, which only makes him move faster.

He lifts in a rush, his fingers still fucking me as he moves up my body and stops at my breasts to flick his tongue over one nipple. “Fuck my hand, Swan. Show me what a greedy girl you can be.”

White-hot heat sears my vision and my body bucks uncontrollably beneath him. “Don’t stop.”

His fingers continue their rhythm inside me, and he uses the heel of his palm, putting pressure on my clit. “You’re so pretty, Swan. Look at how well your body loves my touch.” He gives attention to my other breast, sucking my stiff nipple into his mouth. “You feel so incredible. You always turn me on, and right now I’m harder than fucking iron. You know just how to move your body for me. Keep fucking my fingers. Show me what a good girl you are.”

He licks a trail down my stomach until he’s hovering over my most private part. “I want to watch you get off,” he growls out. “Fuck. Come all over my fingers.” The soft air of his breath hits my heated skin, turning me on even more than I already am.

“I’m so close,” I moan out, unable to take much more of his touch. Unable to take much more of his praise but wanting both more than I ever thought possible. “Oh, god.”

His fingers drive into me, making my orgasm flood through me. Stars line my vision as I come all over him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, looking up at me.

At the height of my orgasm, he leans his head down, licking along my opening, drinking me into his mouth. “So fucking good.”

He moves up my body and I think for one second he’s going to kiss me. I haven’t felt his lips on mine yet, and for a second I long for it. I want it.

I need it.

But he never does.

Chapter 29

Devereaux

“I’ve sent out the invitations for the Sinners and Saints Ball this weekend,” Adele says, showing me a list of already confirmed guests attending the event this Saturday night.

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