Darcy reached back and covered her eyes with her hand. He knew what she was feeling right now. She was ashamed, even as her chest rose and fell frantically, even as her sharp breaths filled the room and echoed off the walls. Mostly, though, he knew she was feeling disbelief.
He knew because he felt it, too. He couldn’t believe she was there after all of these weeks. That she belonged to him. That the wet cunt hiding beneath the purple lace was his. And his only.
He peppered kisses up the inside of her thigh, but he was by no means slow about his journey. No, they were quick kisses, made to tease rather than arouse because she didn’t need it. He could smell her as he got closer and closer to the apex of her thighs.
Then he was there. He slipped her thong to the side and set his gaze on her exposed pussy. Her pink flesh glistened with her wetness, and he could take it no more. He dropped his head and flicked his tongue against her clit.
She gasped, the sound like music to his ears.
Spurred on, temptation and desire overriding all else, he closed his mouth over her pussy. He licked and sucked his way around her most intimate area. The area he’d seen a hundred times but never been able to touch.#p#分页标题#e#
As her moan rang out around the room, he could hardly believe he was finally touching her. Tasting her. Teasing her.
Jordan was sure that, if someone pinched him, he’d wake up. But no one did, so he continued with his exploration of her. He loved the way she felt beneath his mouth and the way her juices coated his tongue. He was sure he’d be able to lick her to a first orgasm, and a second, and a third, and maybe even a fourth, without getting bored.
Fuck, she tasted so amazing. Tangy and sweet all at the same time. Better than he’d imagined.
He centered his tongue on her clit and circled it. The cry that left her mouth was encouraging and needy, confirmed by the way she reached down and fisted his hair. He smiled. He couldn’t fight it even as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her.
Her hips bucked against his mouth until he didn’t have to do a thing but sit there, his tongue pressed against her clit. She moved so desperately, just like he’d promised her, and she fucked herself into her own orgasm. He knew the second she came. Her high-pitched cry was one he’d heard so many times, and although he always liked to think he’d had a hand in it, this time, he knew. It was for him.
He owned her orgasm.
When he was pretty sure she’d ridden out the aftershocks and her legs were only trembling a fraction of the amount they had been two minutes ago, he pressed a kiss to the mound of skin just above her pussy and sat up.
Darcy’s skin was flushed red from her neckline to her cheeks and farther, and he fought the smug smile of satisfaction. She wasn’t his biggest fan—oh, no—but he could win her over. He was sure of that.
In fact, if she didn’t like him a little more after that, he’d just have to fuck her right there.
He leaned over her with the smallest of smiles playing on his lips. Hers were parted as she took deep breaths, and he dropped his head. He took her lower lip between his and sucked lightly, adding a slight teeth graze for good measure. He could taste her on his lips, so he knew she’d be able to as well.
Moreover, she’d be able to feel that orgasm still. And he’d made damn sure she’d be dreaming about him all night. No matter how forcefully his cock was straining against his pants, how painfully his zipper was digging into his cock, he’d wait for the ultimate satisfaction. His whole body was screaming at him to unzip his pants and fuck her until she blacked out, but he’d resist her.
He would make her come to him. He’d make her want it.
Jordan stood, grabbing her shorts as he did, then threw them on top of her. “Put them on. We’re done tonight.”
He felt her glare on the back of his head as he strolled out of the room and out the door. Putting distance between them was the only way he was going to keep his cock in his pants. He shut the door behind him, not caring that he’d left her in his house alone, but only caring that he got away from her.
Darcy Hamilton had danger written all over her. And Jordan Keaton had taken the risk.
Dear Professor, let’s play. Xoxo, Darcy.
He was fucking kidding me. He had to be. He had gone down on me and then he’d just walked out and demanded I got my shit together?
Who the fuck did he think he was? I hadn’t signed up to be treated like a common whore. If I’d wanted that, I would have joined a brothel instead of a cam girl website. Or I’d have been on a street corner somewhere. Seriously!
I hadn’t realized how mad I was until I woke up this morning. It hit me then, as I rolled out of bed, how badly I wanted to take a blender to his ballsac or something. I wanted to throw a ton of bricks at him for the crap behavior.#p#分页标题#e#