Untamed (A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance)(37)

His tongue presses against my folds, pulls up my sex, and I let my eyes fall closed, raise my hips off the bed to meet him.

He starts to lick me, settles on my clit, flicks it left to right, and he goes so nice, so fast, I’m almost instantly in heaven.

I stretch out, undulate my body, grasp at him tighter, bring my hips up higher.

“Yes,” I whisper, and his finger goes to my entrance, and he rings me, teases me, and I angle my hips down so his finger tip dips inside me.

I groan, tighten up at the sensation, and when he pushes his finger all the way inside me I can’t help but to moan loudly at the sudden influx of feeling.

I feel like ink in water, coming apart, twirling about, and he licks me like he starves for me, thirsts for me, laps me like there’s nothing else on Earth he’d rather be doing.

He angles his finger upward, rubs my front wall, and I grab hold of my breasts, breathe out some incomprehensible sound.

When I feel his lips wrap around my clit, suck it while still flicking me with his tongue, it’s all I can do not to cry out. My temperature is rising, and he slides a second finger into me, pulling a long groan from my mouth.

He starts to finger me faster, lick me to the same rhythm, and I’m his captive, at his mercy, letting him drive me.

“Just like that,” I tell him, though I know he needs no instruction. His fingers and tongue play me like an instrument.

“Fuck, like that,” I breathe, my voice hoarser, deeper. “Like that, oh, God, yes!”

I lift my whole lower body off the bed, and I’m shaking and buzzing and gone all electric.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, I mewl. “Don’t stop!”

He brings me racing into orbit, sends me soaring, and pleasure crashes over me, radiates outward from my center, sparkles down to my toes.

I grip at him hard, mash him into me, moaning and trembling and writing and squirming. I then squeeze, freeze, muscles tight, stomach crunching, stuck still in bliss.

And then I’m coming down, on the other side, panting, seeing stars, dizzy, and smiling.

“Fuck,” I whisper, putting my hand to my head, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the world around us to slowly fill back in.

I pull him up my body, bring his lips to mine, kiss him, taste myself. I send my hands down urgently between us, unbutton his jeans and rip apart the flaps. I stick my hand down his compression shorts, grab onto his cock, start to pump him wildly.

I reposition myself on the bed, sit up against the headboard, with one hand grab his ass and pull him forward over me, his leg on either side of me, so that is manhood is closer to me.

With some difficulty, I pull his compression shorts down, and his jeans with them, and I jerk him, a kind of feral need to give him pleasure like he gave me pleasure thrilling through me.

I take his tip into my mouth, and I suck on it and swirl my tongue over it, taste his pre-cum, a little bit salty, a little bit sweet.

He leans back, groans, runs his fingers through my hair, pulls my hair toward him, makes me take him deeper down my throat.

I’m urgent with lust, don’t even know if I’m doing it right, but at this point all that worry has all but drained away.

I work him as hard and as fast as I can, run my tongue up the back of his tip, bob my head to the movement of my hand.

It takes me only a short while to realize that he likes it when I press my tongue against the back of his tip, and so I focus on it, and I feel his thighs tighten, feel his body tense, and his hands grip my hair harder, and he groans hoarsely, “Shit, Dee, you’re going to make me come.”

I want to make him come, and so I go faster still, and soon he lets out a sharp sound of pleasure, and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, feel him fire down my throat.

I struggle to swallow it all, but there’s so much it dribbles out, runs down my chin, but I keep pumping him, keep milking him, keep wanting to make him feel good.

And then his hands loosen their grip of my hair, and his eyes, previously shut tight in pleasure, open, and he looks at me, and his blue orbs have turned a darker shade, full of desire.

I let him out of my mouth, wipe my chin, swallow the rest, thinking to myself that it doesn’t taste nearly as strong as I’d imagined it would.

His lips come hungrily to mine, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth, kissing me, and I reach out and point to the bedroom drawer, tap on it.

Duncan leans over me, opens it, and then looks at me. I nod at him, and he pulls out a pack of condoms, tears one open.

He starts to take off his jeans the rest of the way, but I stop him, instead doing it myself, and I work them off his feet one at a time, my eyes never leaving his unsoftening manhood.

“Can I put it on?” I ask him.

I’m curious, anyway, and so I take the packet, pull out the slippery condom, and pinch the tip, and unroll it down his cock. It’s hard to, he’s so thick and long, and it doesn’t reach all the way down to the bottom.