Page 75 of Scoring Chances

His gaze meets mine. “Yeah, Princess.”

“Shut up.”

He smirks and stands up, sliding his boxer briefs down his thick thighs. I watch his erection spring forth and my mouth goes dry.

Oh…

“Then lay back so I can occupy my mouth with something else.”

I do as he says, leaning back on my elbows. And he bends and hooks his arms beneath my thighs, tugging me down to the edge of the bed.

He plants open-mouthed kisses up my thigh until he reaches the band of my panties. His tongue brushes out to lift it and he catches the fabric with his teeth. Lifting me up so he can drag them down my legs with his teeth.

He leans forward and inhales between my legs.

“I won’t hurt you, Princess. So you tell me if it’s too much.”

I nod and he brushes his tongue against my slit. My back arches up on it’s own as my body reacts to the feeling of his face against me. I feel the prickly stubble of his jaw against my inner thigh, the tight hold of his hands behind them, but it’s what he’s doing with his tongue that is pure ecstasy.

He reaches up and pushes my abdomen down into the bed, forcing me down and making me open my legs even wider for him. He growls out his approval as he ravages me. I’m going to lose it. I shoot my hands to his head, my fingers grabbing hold of his hair as I hold him in place.

Oh my god. He’s going to send me over the edge with his mouth alone. And just when I’m about to crest. He stops the tongue lashings on my clit.

“What are you doing?” I look down.

“Do you want me to keep eating you? Because I will, Princess. You taste fucking magical. Or… I can give you what you really want.” He fists his cock. “What do you prefer?”

There’s no way this is happening right now. And he thinks I can talk through this? Is he insane?

I gulp and pull him up to me. His broad frame envelopes my body as he climbs up to me. He hovers over me. Our mouths just inches apart.

“Would you like to taste what I taste?”

I nod, biting down on my lip.

He claims my mouth, splitting my lips open and dipping his tongue covered in my arousal, into my own mouth.

And as he does, he reaches down and makes circles on my clit. I respond sucking his tongue into me. I could taste him, and me on him, all night.

He softly pushes a finger at my entrance and I still.

“Does that hurt?” he rasps against my lips.

“No,” I breathe out.

He pushes further, watching my reaction closely as he does. I nod, giving him permission to keep going. He presses his finger all the way in and then slowly draws it out. He watches me come undone from his touch.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he says, his voice low and husky.

His praise ignites a flurry in my belly. I like hearing it.

He withdraws his finger and reaches into the nightstand, quickly producing a condom. He rips it open with his mouth and slides it over his shaft. Then he leans forward and looks me in the eye.

“You’re sure about this?”

I swallow again and nod squeaking out a yes.

He notches himself at my entrance and for a split second I wonder if I’ll be able to take him.