Page 116 of Dangerous Mission

One of her hands goes to my thigh, over the scar and I flinch.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Scout stiffens against me and I realize where I have my hand. “Please don’t stop,” I say as I lean into his cock and offer a slow lick to the crown.

“You taste so good,” I murmur, and Scout relaxes against me. “Mmmm, I love the saltiness of your precum.”

He growls and buries his face against my aching pussy again.Thank god.

I close my eyes and lick him with delight as he works me up with his fingers, his tongue… and god, is that his nose?

It’s heaven.

The way he teases me all over, all the way to the back makes my pussy clench. I’ve never?—

“Ohmygod! Right. The-there.” I gasp and moan and make some other kind of weird sound as Scout pushes one of his thick fingers into my rear entrance.

But that’s not all. The pressure of another finger hits my g-spot, his tongue swirls over my clit and I nearly crawl out of my skin. “Ye-ohmygod!”

That’s the last thing I remember before I wrap my legs around his head and ride his face like a rodeo bull until I’m somewhere in outer space.

My mind is a haze of buzzing pleasure, my limbs out of my control. My pussy flooded with golden, liquid heat.

I don’t know how long I’m lost.

But I come back to a deep masculine chuckle and realize I’m on top of Scout, my thighs spread around his head, and I’ve got a deathgrip on his rock-hard cock.

Flushed with embarrassment and the power of my release, I blink at the thick, dusky head crowning his erection. “Holy cow. How did I get here?”

He gives me a slow lick that causes me to moan and my everything to twitch. When he slides a finger into my pussy this time, it starts all over, like the orgasm switch has been flipped and I can’t get off the ride.

This one is fast and brutal and makes me scream.

And while I’m in my blissed out black-as-night nirvana, Scout flips me around like I weigh four pounds and am made of jello until I’m on my back, one of my legs is hooked over his elbow, and the other is down between his thighs.

His veiny cock is hovering delightfully close.

I’m a shivering, soaking wet shell of a woman with an ache inside me that can only be described by two words—desperately empty.

One of his big, rough hands goes to my breast, where he touches me like a man that knows how to make a woman’s body sing. My nipple leaps to attention, as if it wasn’t already tight and I moan.

Then he slides his hand down and palms my pussy with a possessive glint in his eyes. “I don’t share, Aria.”

I blink at him, my skin slick with my orgasms. “Good, because I don’t either.”

He growls and closes his eyes. “Fuck, woman. You don't know what it does to me to think about that.”

Without thinking, I reach for his cock, and align the head to my screaming vagina. “Now, Memphis. Claim what’s yours now.”

He flicks his gaze to me. It’s a thousand burning watts of raw desire mixed with pain.

Lowering one hand to the bed, he braces it against my shoulder and dips down. When I expect him to kiss me he bites my lip, and murmurs hotly, “When you come on my cock this time I want your eyes open and your hands on me, I want you to love this monster back to life.”

Then without preamble, Scout shoves his ten inch cock into me. He doesn’t bottom out and I thank god because I need a second. I need to catch my breath. And I know he’s done just that. He’s taken care of me.

But when he tightens his hold on my leg, and locks my bottom leg to the bed with his thighs, he makes a rough sound in his throat.

Keeping his control is costing him. And I know he won’t hold back long.

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