Page 5 of The Consigliere

“No one has told me that before.” The admittance should have been difficult, but it wasn’t.

“Then every other man out there is a fucking fool.” He backed away a single step, ripping the shirt off his shoulders from the collar, tossing it aside. A sly smile crossed his face as he yanked off his cowboy boots, laughing softly as he threw them halfway across the room.

When he crowded my space once again, he cocked his head before easing the straps of my dress over my shoulders, his breathing as ragged as mine. Another wave of embarrassment rushed through my system, goosebumps popping along every inch of skin. A part of me knew I should tell him that I was still a virgin, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment, fearful he’d ask me to leave.

While no man had seen me in anything less than a bathing suit, I did what I could to keep my nerves under control. I wondered if he’d think of what I was giving him was a gift or a hindrance. As he tugged on the material of my costume, gently guiding it over my hips, I was exalted by both the predatory expression crossing his face as well as the way his breathing picked up in intensity.

“Fuck me. You are… spectacular.” As he allowed the material to drop to the floor, he cupped my breasts, dropping his head.

I cradled my arms around his neck, taking gasping breaths as he flicked his tongue back and forth across my nipple. “Oh… my…” The sensations rushing through every cell and muscle were explosive, so much so that stars floated in front of my eyes. When he rolled his lips across my jaw, I shuddered visibly, kicking out of my shoes then the costume. Standing in only my crimson panties seemed filthy, so much so I threw my head back, a nervous laugh popping from my throat.

He brushed his lips further down, moving between my breasts. Then he wrapped his lips around one hardened bud, and I was certain my legs would buckle. I gripped his arms to keep from falling, whimpering softly as he shifted to my other nipple, taking the tender flesh between his teeth and biting down. The pain was extraordinary and so unexpected that I gasped.

His touch was incredible, the sensations increasing to the point my entire body was on fire. He pulled away, issuing another husky growl before pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I couldn’t believe the hint of anguish was as powerful as it was, my heart racing as he studied my facial expressions.

As he lowered his gaze once again, he slid his fingers under the thin elastic of my panties, slowly easing them down my hips. When he shook his head, another wave of nerves rushed into my system. He flexed his fingers, rubbing his palm down my stomach, keeping his eyes locked onto mine as he inhaled. The way he narrowed his eyes as he studied me, his entire face and body tensing, pulled at the bad girl inside of me.

I couldn’t resist running my hand down his chest, darting quick glances before rolling my index finger down the length of his cock. When I murmured in appreciation, he slipped his hand between my legs.

“Fuck me. You’re so wet.”

“You made me that way,” I told him then wrapped my hand around his cock, shocked at the girth. I was ready to strip off his jeans, eager to see all of him.

When he rolled his thumb around my clit, I shook to my core.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.”

“I want you.” The words came easily. “Taste me. Take me.”

“Oh, I will. I’m going to taste every inch of you. When I’m finished, I’m going to fuck you.”

He lifted me into his arms, a single stride taking us closer to the bed. When he eased me down gently, he hovered over me, placing one knee on the bed. Leaning over, he trailed his fingers down the length of one arm then the other.

“Arms over your head,” he commanded and when I didn’t react fast enough, he tweaked my nipple until I cried out.

I followed his orders, clasping my fingers together. Only when I’d followed his command did he resume his exploration, sliding the rough pads of his fingers down my chest, grinning as he rolled a finger around my bellybutton.

I held my breath as he crawled all the way onto the bed, his expression screaming that he was going to devour me. I couldn’t seem to stop shaking, my mind barely able to process that this was really about to happen.

When he gathered my legs into his arms, bending my knees then pushing my legs wide open, I bit back another cry. There was no reason for me to be emotional, yet I was. Did it have to do with how incredible he’d made me feel or about the hint of fear that continued to remain with me?

I curled my toes and as soon as he lowered his head, blowing across my throbbing pussy, the hint of nerves floated away. I closed my eyes, lolling my head.

“Luna. Open your eyes. You need to watch me consume every drop of your sweet juice.” I sensed his command was not to be denied.

While I did as he asked, I chewed on my lower lip to keep from crying out. He gripped my thighs, digging his fingers into my skin as he opened me even wider. I wasn’t certain who I was any longer, but I also didn’t care. As he swirled the tip of his tongue around my clit, I bucked up from the bed, gasping for air for the umpteenth time.

The pleasure was instant, a buzzing sound echoing in my ears. I opened my mouth to scream, but there was no sound, just a scattered whisper.

“You taste so good. Damn, you’re sweet. I could do this for days.”

Why did his dirty words ignite another fire deep within? I clutched the bedding, yanking on the comforter as I tossed my head back and forth. I’d never expected this. Not in a million years.

“Bad girl,” he growled, and I instantly threw my arms over my head.

How did he think I could stay this way when I needed to touch him? As his actions became rougher, I struggled with the need to tell him the truth. He darted his tongue inside, lapping my cream and I could tell I was close to coming already. When he returned his mouth to my clit, I jerked up from the bed.

“Oh, that feels so good. I can’t… breathe.”

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