Page 78 of Wreck Me

With one swift tug, he rips the lingerie from between my legs and tucks them in his pocket. ‘I’ll put these with the others.’

‘You keep my lingerie?’ I don’t know whether to be flattered or freaked out.

‘I like to take it away on business with me. And I wank myself senseless over it, imagining my hand is your tight little channel.’

It’s my turn to hiss.

‘Now open your legs wider. Allow me to teach you how much pleasure I can offer with my tongue.’ His palms slide beneath my ass cheeks, fingers digging into my skin as he yanks me towards the edge of the couch.

A squeal squeaks from my lips. ‘No point screaming, angel. God himself can’t save you from what I’m about to do to you.’

Black eyes burn into mine as his face dips between my legs and he rolls his tongue over my slit with one long languid stroke. I gasp. ‘Jesus fucking Christ.’

His low chuckle rumbles against my sex. ‘He can’t help you either.’

His tongue slides up and down my slickness and every single nerve ending in my body sparks and ignites. I thought his fingers were capable but they have nothing on the soft slick movement of his tongue. The way his lips surround my clit as he sucks. The way he moans like he’s savouring every single second, the same way I am.

My skin tingles from the tip of my hair to my curling toes.

It’s so sensitive.

It’s too sensitive

But it’s still not enough.

His mouth halts and I mew.

‘Do you like that, Scarlett?’ His voice is deep and gritty and full of need.

‘I don’t like it, I love it.’

‘Good girl.’ He offers another long, slow lick. ‘I love that I’m the first man to touch this pretty pussy. I love that I’m the first man to lick it. I’m going to ruin you, Scarlett, for any other man that comes after me.’

‘You already have,’ I pant. The thought of there ever being another man is inconceivable. Who the hell could ever compare to James Beckett? But that’s not a question I can contemplate right now. Or maybe ever.

I thread my fingers through his hair, bucking like a wild animal against his face. I never knew pleasure like it existed. ‘That’s it, baby. Ride my face.’

His lips capture my clit again and my eyes roll back into my head.

‘Watch me, Scarlett,’ he demands. ‘I want the image of me on my knees for you burned into your brain. I want it to haunt you every second of every day like the image of your glistening pussy is burned into mine.’

I arch off the couch as his fingers slide into my centre. His pupils gleam through the darkness as he devours and pumps and destroys me in the most decadent manner. The sensationis sublime. Overwhelming. I’m completely a slave to his touch.

My thighs tremble. The stars outside the window have nothing on the ones bursting behind my eyelids. My eyelids flutter as I battle to hang on, desperate for this not to be over yet.

‘Watch,’ he commands when blackness threatens to drag me over the edge.

And I do.

Our gaze meets in a stare hot enough to burn down the entire building. My fingers grasp his hair, tugging and tearing as wave after wave of release crashes through me, obliterating everything except the hot white sensation of pure pleasure wrecking me.

When I finally float back down from heaven, James is towering over me with his fingers in his mouth and the expression of a cat who got the cream.

I reach for his crotch, desperate for him to teach me how to pleasure him with my mouth. ‘I want to taste you. I want to touch you. And I want to fuck you.’ I toss yet another one of his sayings back in his face and he grins.

‘You will, princess.’ His lips curve open in an almost cruel smile. ‘But not tonight.’

‘Why not?’ It’s a battle to suppress the disappointment rising in my sternum.

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