Page 53 of Crazy Thing

“Get over here.” Grabbing my waist, he falls onto his back, pulling me along with him. He drops his head against the other arm of the couch and yanks me up the length of his body. “Sit on my face,” he commands.

I’m not sure how it happens, but the next thing I know, my pussy is hovering above Darius’s mouth and he’s leaning up to lick along one edge of my labia. Then the next.

“Ah! Damn!” I gasp at the startling pleasure.

Darius grins smugly before sucking my clit into his mouth. That first little tug of his lips is a shocking sensation that makes me cry out. I squirm. When his tonguejoins the fun, I scream again. Darius grabs my ass, pulling me closer, seating my pussy on his face and he begins to feast.

All I can do is grab the back of the couch with one hand and grab a handful of his hair with the other. I hold on as if for dear life and I ride. Sensations I’ve never felt before course through my body.

Physical sensations, of course. The tingle of my aching breasts, the fire growing steadily at my core, the fog inside my head. But it’s the growing feeling inside my chest that scares me the most. What is this man doing to me?

Meanwhile, Darius is busy groaning into my pussy likeI’mthe one doing him a favor. Like the pleasure is all his own.

“Darius…” I murmur his name, scraping my nails across his scalp when his tongue traces a reckless path through my folds, from my clit to my opening all the way to my rear hole.

Oh my god.

I get hypnotized by the ravenous look in his eyes, the feral smirk on his face as he devours me like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

My legs are shaking, one wedged against the side of the couch, the other foot planted on the floor. His big hands squeeze my thighs, holding them apart as he works.

“Oh, Darius!” My fingers lock tighter in his silky hair.

“Keep saying my name,” he encourages me. “Keep rocking those gorgeous hips. Keep making those sweet little noises for me, Fairy Girl.”

This is such a bad idea. For a million and one reasons.

Darius and I have nothing in common. We’re complete opposites. We don’t hold the same values or believe in the same things. He worships money. He puts success on apedestal. Meanwhile I try to focus my life around the intangible things that money can’t buy.

Plus, he’s my boss. I’m his assistant. Could we be more clichéd?

But most importantly of all, our history has already proven that things could never work out between us. He’s already hurt me. Am I just setting myself up for heartache in the long run?

The future seems to be the last thing on Darius’s mind, though. He seems perfectly content to enjoy the here and now. He takes his time between my thighs, tasting and touching and driving me mad.

His mouth is moving faster now. He’s stimulating my clit with long, hard, greedy sucks.

“Oh…Oh, Darius. It’s…I…”

I hear the confidence in his voice. “I know. You’re about to come.” His eyes twinkle wickedly. “Now, scream my name. Scream my name like a good girl.”

Gripping my thighs to hold me in place, he buries his face between my open legs and finishes me off. With his lips and his tongue and his fingers.

I’m coming again, riding out my pleasure on his lashing tongue. “Darius!” I cry out into the night. “Oh, Darius. Fuck. Yes. Darius-s-s-s-s!”

“That’s it…” he groans into my pussy. “Atta girl…”

My cries are his fuel, giving him determination and stamina. He keeps going and going and going. He doesn’t stop eating me, letting me get every little bit of the friction that I need. Every bit of self-control that I had is gone as I howl his name up at the moon.

When I’m completely spent, I fling myself to the other end of the couch, propping my skull against the back cushion. I blink up at the sky, trying to come back into my body.

Darius shifts so he’s sitting beside me. Wiping his wet lips with the back of his hand, he stares at me with the self-satisfaction of a pirate who just discovered a lost treasure chest at the bottom of the sea. His expression is smug and contentedandawestruck at the same damn time.

“That was…you were…that was fucking amazing, Ziggy.” Grabbing my face in his hands, he kisses me softly. I taste myself on his tongue. It’s so sensual. So erotic.

As floaty as I am, somehow having his lips on mine brings me back down to earth.

The fairy lights twinkle overhead like fireflies dancing in the dark and my head is spinning.

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