Page 63 of The Naughty List

“Just let it happen, squirt on my hand.”

Her eyes widen in shock when she looks down her body, like she can’t understand what’s happening, what I’m doing to her. She lets out a garbled scream as a warm wet fluid releases from her, soaking her panties, shorts, and my hand.

“That’s exactly what I wanted.” I slowly remove my hand from her while her body continues to twitch. She watches as I bring my hand to my mouth and wrap my lips around the two fingers I’d used to fuck her and lick them clean. I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head as my cock threatens to tear through the fly of my jeans.

“I—I…” She looks down at her wetness, clearly embarrassed and confused.

“Don’t,” I say, wanting to stop her train of thought before she grows self-conscious. “Nobody’s ever made you squirt before, have they?”

She gasps. “I didn’t know I could do that.”

“I told you, sweetheart, I want to explore all kinds of new things with you. Trust me, it was hot as fuck, and your pussy tastes like a dream.”

I dip my fingers back inside her. “Oh god,” she moans, her walls squeezing my fingers.

“Someone’s ready to come again already, huh?” Once more I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean. “On second thought…” I lift her body and place her down on the couch, facing me. “Lean back.” Planting my hand in the middle of her chest, I push, and her body sprawls before me. I reach for the waistband of her shorts and swiftly yank them down her legs, along with her panties, leaving her bare to my roving gaze.

“Goddamn,” I groan, parting her thighs to study her. “Look how beautiful that pink pussy is.”

“What are you—” She attempts to close her thighs, but I push them even further apart.

“Keep them open,” I command in a harsh tone. “I need more.” I don’t explain further as I lean forward, burying my face between her thighs. I take my time, dipping my tongue inside her as I grip her thighs. I try telling myself to release my grip on her skin, knowing I might bruise her, but I don’t care. I want her to look down tomorrow and see where I’ve been. I want her reminded of how I made her body tremble and fall apart beneath me.

“Yessss,” she hisses as she fists her hands in my hair.

I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head as her flavor explodes on my tongue. I’m a man possessed; I can’t get enough. I continue to devour her, and she starts to lose herself to the pleasure. Her thighs are shaking, and I don’t stop lapping up her juices until I bring her to another explosive orgasm on my tongue. Her back arches off the couch, her hands tugging at my hair.

“That was … wow,” she pants.

“It really was.” I smirk, wiping her juices from my chin.

I pull her into a sitting position, and she averts her eyes.

“Hey.” I reach for her chin. “You don’t have to be shy with me. I want to learn all about you, Sadie.” She gives me a shy smile and I decide not to push the issue. “Guessing you don’t want to put these back on?” I hold up her wet bottoms and she reaches for them, shaking her head.

“No. Um … I feel weird sitting here naked from the waist down while you’re fully clothed.” She laughs awkwardly.

“I can take my pants off too if it would make you feel better.”

“If you take yours off, I don’t think your promise about not—you know—will hold up.” She looks down at my lap where an obvious outline of my hard cock is pressed along my thigh.

“Yeah.” I laugh, letting out a long breath. “You’re probably right.” I can see she’s starting to feel uncomfortable, so I pull her back onto my lap. “I promise I’ll leave you alone in a minute, but I just want one more thing.”

“One more thing?” She gives me a sexy little look.

I reach for the hem of her shirt and lift it slowly, stripping it off her so she’s fully naked in my lap. Tossing it to the side, I sit back and look at her.

“I’m sorry if this is too much to hear, but I’ve pictured you naked a thousand times and none of them came close to how sexy you are in reality.” I reach out and touch her breast where my bite mark is still visible. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.” Tracing the outline of her nipples, my fingertips graze her silky-smooth skin. I know I’m saying too much, giving too much away, but fuck it. This isn’t just a hit it and quit it situation for me. I want her to be mine.

“You have?”

“From the moment I saw you sitting in that conference room two years ago, I’ve been fighting the urge to seek you out and get to know you. I convinced myself it would never work. That you were probably with someone. That you wouldn’t be interested in me. That you’d think I was only after one thing.”

“What are you after, Mr. Snow?”

I look up at her, stilling my hands. I debate whether to just say it, tell her I’m already falling for her, but I don’t want to freak her out. I want her to have space to make her own decisions about me, and about her ex. So, like a coward, I change the subject.

“Are you normally alone on Christmas Eve? I’m surprised you didn’t go to your parents.”

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