Page 19 of Drown in You

Juliet would probably date him, but I’d die of jealousy knowing the incredible foreplay she’s experiencing on a daily basis while I’m stuck getting jackhammered by fumbling, inebriated frat bros.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, drawing my panties to the side and baring my pussy to him. He hisses sharply, and I freeze. “You’re perfect.”

My pussy has definitely never been called perfect before. I nearly blurt that he’s perfect, but if that doesn’t scream this-girl-is-going-to-stalk-me, I don’t know what does. So all I squeak out is “Thank you.”

His head drifts closer, his soft breath hitting the wetness pooling between my legs. I stop breathing as I brace for contact.

But instead of licking me, he blows softly on my pussy.

I jerk, gasping at the unexpected pleasure from a little air. Jesus. It’s like I’ve never experienced human touch before. Every move this man makes sets me on fire. By the end of this, I’m going to be a burnt husk in front of him.

He chuckles softly, getting far too much enjoyment out of my reactions.

“When I finally lick your pussy”—He kisses my thigh—“are you going to scream for me?”

I’ve never screamed in bed before. Moaned, yes, whimpered, yes, but never screamed. Yet I am fully convinced that I’m going to scream when this man finally makes me come. I’ve never been wound so tight with sexual tension in my life. My screams will probably bring the entire hotel crumbling down. “I might.”

“Mmm. Let’s find out.” Without any more preamble, his tongue flicks against my clit.

I cry out, back arching. Fuck. This is exactly what I need. Him. I need more of him. Like air. More than air. “Holy fuck!”

His tongue digs against my clit harder before swirling. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I cling to his hair, loving that it’s long enough to tug on. He lets me pull him closer, pressing his mouth harder against me.

When he dips a finger inside me, I cry out again at the stretch, at the exquisite feeling of being filled, and he groans. That sound alone is almost enough to make me shatter.

“Jesus.” His groan is agonized. “You’re fucking soaked.”

“I know,” I gasp. “You did this to me.”

He chuckles. “I’m going to do a lot more.” He groans again when he slips a second finger inside me. My eyes sting from the stretch and I tug so hard on his hair, I’m vaguely worried that I’m going to yank clumps from his scalp. “You’re so tight.”

“I’m not sure how much you’ll be able to fit inside me,” I warn.

“We’ll make it fit.” His tongue returns to my clit before he wraps his lips around it and sucks.

Stars explode in my head, and I’m gasping and moaning as he sucks my clit hard and pumps his fingers inside me.

The orgasm comes on so fast, I don’t have time to brace for it. My pussy throbs hard once, twice around his fingers before pleasure barrels through me.

Electricity bursts along my spine. I scream, just as he predicted, back arching and hands pushing his head to escape the overwhelming pleasure. But he doesn’t ease up. His mouth only sucks my clit harder as he continues thrusting his fingers inside me through every wave of my orgasm.

I’m torn between begging him to stop and begging him to never stop.

The pressure from his mouth starts to lessen and the pumps of his fingers slow as I come down from my orgasm, heart still pounding. My mind is buzzing, but there are no thoughts in my head. Exactly what I wanted.

But about a thousand times better than I could’ve ever anticipated.

He slips the condom on while I recover. I expect him to return and fuck my limp body before he comes in three pumps, but instead, he sits with his back against the headboard and picks me up like I’m a pillow, dropping me onto his lap. His hard length presses against my pussy.

“If you wanted me to ride you, you should’ve thought about that before you made me come so hard, I lost all motor function.” My arms are too weak to lift, and my legs are jelly.

“All I want is for you to let me fuck you.”

My pounding heart skips. “That’s all I want too. Please do it. Please fuck me.” I grind against his cock in emphasis.

His low chuckle makes my thighs clench. “I’ve never really liked dirty talk before, but I do with you.”

I wrap a hand around his shaft, stroking. God, he’s enormous. “If you fuck me, I’ll indulge you in all the dirty talk you want.”

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