Mastered(16)

As she got wetter around his finger, he grew bolder with both his hand and his tongue. He stroked her velvety walls, reaching deeper to the slightly rougher area of her G-spot. As soon as he exerted light pressure and suckled gently at her pulsing clitoris, she went wild, bucking, her breaths loud and forceful.

“Oh my God,” she said in awe, wonder in her voice. “I had no idea it could be this way, that it could feel so good. So . . . perfect.”

Her words slid over his ears like the finest silk and he experienced an ego boost like no other he’d ever felt. This woman deserved a man who could satisfy and please her in bed, and he had every intention of being that man. He was claiming her, putting his stamp on her, even if he didn’t fully possess her tonight.

Knowing he would have her fully, completely, gave him a surge of sheer male satisfaction.

He gently sucked her pulsing clit between his lips as he added a second finger, stroking in and out.

“Oh. Oh!” she gasped. “I don’t want it to end. It’s too perfect. Oh my God. What do I do? I feel like I’m coming apart!”

“Let it happen, Angel,” he murmured. “Let yourself feel the pleasure and forget all about the past. This is how it should feel when a man takes care of his woman and isn’t a selfish bastard out to please only himself.”

He stretched her more with his fingers and then began to stroke in and out, enjoying the silky walls of her pussy. He licked and sucked at her clit until her entire body was rigid, her bottom lifted entirely off the desk as if desperate for his mouth.

He felt the ripple of her pussy around his fingers and cursed the fact that it wasn’t his cock. He was so hard that it hurt and his straining erection felt as though it were about to split apart. He’d never wanted a woman so badly in his life and he’d damn sure never been this aroused—and unselfish.

“Give it to me,” he demanded. “Come in my mouth, Angel. Let me taste you.”

He withdrew his fingers and then moved his mouth down to her opening and slid his fingers up to her clit to caress as he licked and sucked her sweet juices.

Her cry splintered the quiet and she went wild, bucking and writhing as she exploded into his mouth, on his tongue, bathing his chin with her creamy nectar. He gentled his ministrations, knowing how hypersensitive she would be as she came down from her orgasm, but he continued to tongue her, lapping up every drop of her essence.

And then she went utterly limp and when he raised his head, he saw her dazed expression and the hazy, dreamy look in her eyes. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

Her gaze found his and uncertainty, shame and embarrassment replaced the look of euphoria that had been present. She looked away, her cheeks flushing.

Drake gently lifted her to a sitting position and then slipped her underwear back on, then eased her from his desk and straightened her dress before bending to slide her heels back on her feet.

He cupped her cheek, softly caressing her jaw with his thumb.

“Maddox will take you home now, but he’ll be back to pick you up at seven sharp tomorrow night to bring you back to me.”

She nodded numbly, obviously dazed and confused, bewilderment bright in her eyes. She didn’t even register Drake summoning Maddox back to his office and didn’t react when Drake cupped her face with both hands and kissed her lingeringly.

“Tomorrow, Angel. Until then, dream of me.”





Evangeline sat in the back of the luxurious car, utterly still with shock. She should be shaking like a leaf and completely freaking out. Okay, so she was freaking out, but she wasn’t broadcasting that to the big silent man who’d been charged with “seeing her home.” The same man who’d intervened and prevented Eddie from hitting her.#p#分页标题#e#

Did he know what had happened in Drake’s office, or whatever the heck he called it? It seemed more his lair and he was some brooding dark beast. A beast who had the most wicked mouth and certainly knew how to use it to pleasure a woman.

Mortification swept over her, nearly destroying her carefully constructed composure. She’d allowed herself to be escorted from Drake’s office as if they’d simply had a conversation and he was thoughtful enough to ensure she got home safely. But on the inside she was a hot, writhing mess, still shaking from the aftermath of the most mind-blowing orgasm she could imagine.

Not that she had anything to compare it to, but surely all orgasms weren’t that earth shattering. If they were, then all everyone would ever do is have sex. The world would revolve around down-and-dirty sex.

If she had a man like Drake, it would certainly be all she ever wanted to do. If he was that talented with his mouth, then what about the other parts of his body? Imagining his cock deep inside her nearly made her orgasm all over again, and she glanced furtively at Maddox, praying she hadn’t just given herself away with the betraying quiver that stole over her body and set all her girly parts to tingling all over again.