Page 55 of Mother Pucker

Leaving the wet fabric against my rock-hard nipples, Rowan slowly moves down my body, kissing around my navel. But as soon as he gets to my center, he pushes open my legs with his hands behind my knees and dives in.

I feel his tongue on my clit, and I writhe underneath him like a wild animal. His scruff grazes against my thighs deliciously while his tongue explores my pussy. My hands move from fisting my comforter to the back of his head as I try to hold back my scream. “Oh . . . oh my God!”

Rowan flattens his tongue against my entrance, lapping and sucking, before he inserts his fingers back inside me, finger-fucking me until my thighs start to shake around him. And though he’s working his magic between my legs, I feel himeverywhere. My toes curl and my body feels like it’s about to go up in flames.

“Ahh!” I cry against the back of my hand as softly as possible, knowing the walls in this house are thin, if even fully erect.

But right when I’m seconds from detonating like a fucking atom bomb around him, he rises to his feet again.

No.

No, no, no!

My chest heaves with a barely held sob, and if I wasn’t so stunned, I’d launch myself at him like a wild ape.

The bastard licks his lips, glistening with my juices, before giving me a completely unapologetic smirk. “That’s for not following the rules.”

He starts to turn toward the exit for my room, and I’m ready to scream. “RowanfuckingParker!” I snap my mouth shut, taking a breath to steady my racing heart. “You better finish what you started right the fuck now!”

The asshole looks over his shoulder at me lustfully before smiling. “Sweetheart, I never intend to finish anything with you, but I do intend to give you all the reasons to scream my name tomorrow.”

My mouth drops open and strangely, my arousal heightens with his punishing words. “Ro–”

“See you tomorrow, baby. Oh, and Shay?” He reaches for the door handle before he changes his mind and saunters back toward me. My heart skips at the sight of his hungry prowl. Leaning down to my ear, he caresses my face with his hot breath. “Don’t eventhinkabout finishing.” He dips a finger between my brazenly open legs, coating it with my juices and making me whimper before sucking it clean. He walks back toward the door, turning over his shoulder again. “The only one who gets to make that sweet pussy of yours come, is me.”

And with that, he heads out of my room into the darkened night, like some sort of blue-vagina-inducing phantom.

I hear the soft hum of an engine starting down the street as I lay there in shock; pissed beyond belief, completely frustrated, and . . . so fucking impatient to see him tomorrow.

seventeen

rowan

My blood’s boiling.

It’s the fourth fucking time in the past hour the new flight attendant on our team plane–a clean-cut Clark Kent looking dude with black-rimmed glasses–has stopped to chat with Shayla.

He’s one of those discreetly good-looking guys. The kind who looks buttoned-up on the outside, but is really just a douchebag when you peel back the layers. Yes, I’m making assumptions, but I have a right to when some asshole is leering at my girl.

My nostrils flare. I bet he plays sudoku or some shit in his spare time, too. He seems like the type.

And that fucking smarmy smile of his? With those fluorescent white teeth? Oh, yeah. Definitely a sudoku-playing douchebag.

I’m ready to fucking pound down the aisle to him and smack that shit right off his face.

My molars grind as I regard his casual stance–his weasley elbow laying on the seat in front of her, one foot crossed over the other, like he’s posing for some nerd-man magazine.

It pisses me the fuck off. And if I didn’t have a deal to uphold with Shay, I’d throw him out the emergency exit.

I can’t see her face from here—just the back of her arm displaying her butterfly tattoo—since she’s turned the other way, but I know it’s her he’s talking to. What the hell is he going on about, anyway?

An inkling of satisfaction runs through me, recalling the quick exchange she and I had when I passed her seat to get to mine.

“Doc.” I’d nodded, keeping up appearances for everyone else, but knowing she could see the lust floating in my irises as I took her in. Knowing she was drinking in my suit-clad form the same way I was drinking her in, in her tight white dress that hugged all her curves and fell off one shoulder. Knowing she remembered last night as keenly as I did, when I left her begging for my cock with a promise to make it up to her this weekend.

“Mr. Parker,” she’d responded, playing her part to perfection. “Are you ready for the game? I hope your pain is manageable.”

“It’s not,” I’d answered, not giving a shit I was holding up the line. “I’m going to need your help in releasing some additional tension today.” Yeah, so there was an added innuendo there.

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