So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(120)
I gasp and grab his shoulders.
He pulls away, excruciatingly slowly, while he licks the seam between my lips. I open my mouth to him, and his tongue slips inside as his cock slides deep into my entrance again.
My fingers dig into his muscular shoulders as his hips pump. I wrap my other leg around him and he presses me against the wall. He grips my ass cheeks, kneading in perfect time with his thrusts. He strokes the deepest parts of me.
I have to keep him away from the deeper parts—the ones he can’t touch with his body
I pant and bite my bottom lip. Pressure builds inside, throbbing, as he sets up a rhythm designed to drive me mad. He drives harder and harder as his pace quickens.
When the back of my head bangs the wall, he sinks deep and stops. Holding me against the wall with his body, he rubs the spot on my skull.
“You all right?”
I smile and twitch my hips forward, indicating that he should keep going.
“C’mon. Let’s find the bed before I give you brain damage. Hang on to me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. He’s got me firmly in his grasp, my ass cheeks in his big hands. As he carries me through the house, his tongue dances with mine. He’s like a drug, lulling me as I melt into his arms.
At the bed, his lips land on mine, and his hands find the hem of my dress. His hard-on presses against my belly as he pulls me closer. “Where were we?”
“I think we were going to bump uglies again.”
His chuckle is deep and sexy. “All righty then, bumping uglies it is.”
Before I can pull the dress off, he has it scrunched in a ball in his big hand. He tosses it across the room as his eyes find mine.
He pushes me down onto the bed, pulling me so my ass is at the very edge. Then he spreads my legs and kneels.
“I’ve gotta taste that pussy.”
“Yes, please.” I lean on my elbows.
His face disappears between my legs. He lays sweet kisses on the inner-most part of each thigh. My pussy pulses. My heart races.
I press my legs closer to his face. “Feels a little smoother without the beard.”
He nips the inside of my thigh.
His face reappears for a second. “Talk dirty to me, Smut Queen. How do you want it?”
“Talk dirty?”
“Yeah. You know. Tell me in vivid, full-color detail, using all the real words, how you want me to fuck you.” He nudges my legs further apart.
With the first swipe of his tongue across my clit, my mind blanks.
Full-color? Real words?
His words are familiar, but mine have all escaped.
His mouth is heavenly.
Wait. He wanted me to say something.
That’s right—he wants dirty talk.
I wet my lips and try to peel the letters off the roof of my mouth. “I—I want you—to—oh, lick me and put your thing in the place—I—I mean…”
“What did you say?” he whispers.
I can do this. I write freaking romance novels.
I swallow and clear my throat. “I said give me your giant love muscle. Sheath it in my moistened passion flower. It’s all sparkly with my love dew. De-petal me, lover.”
“Moistened what? Sparkles?”
“Damn it.” I close my eyes tighter. If at first you don’t succeed… “Ram your hot sex spear into my waiting lady bits. They’re dripping with passion nectar.”
“Um. O.K.” He pauses for a moment—and I’m pretty sure he shrugged.
I flop backward onto the bed. “Fine. You try it.”
“Hmmm…” He licks my slit from one end to the other. “Okay. So…I’ll give you my man-meat if you’ll open your pleasure cave to me—I guess?”
Pleasure cave?
I sit up and push one shoulder forward, trying out my sexy, smoky voice. “You be the jungle cat, prowling for the sweet bite of lover’s heat, and I’ll purr like the vexed kitten, yowling for the mount.”
Adam sits on his heels, his chest shaking with laughter. “Stop. Please. Just. No.”
“Oh, just stuff your cock in my twat and go kaboom—”
An uncomfortable heat surges over my neck and face. My palm meets my forehead too hard. The thump starts up in my temple again.
I heave a sigh. “Sorry. I guess I got the sex-talk equivalent to writer’s block.”
“Yeah, it could almost work as a cock-block.”
My shoulders slump. “Sorry.”
Adam stands on his knees between my legs. He pulls me to him. “I don’t need you to talk dirty. All you have to do is breathe—that’s all it takes.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, my lips finding his as I thank him with my tongue.
Adam makes his way south again, and I lean back on the bed. Pulling in a deep breath, I let it out nice and slow as he kisses my pussy, his lips flitting across it lightly, like the kiss of a butterfly.