Page 67 of Breakaway Goal

Rhys grabs hold of the waist of my pants, the rough backs of his fingers scraping against my skin. He starts to pull, and I tilt my hips so he can slide them past my butt. His lips leave mine, and he kneels, tugging my pants down my legs and letting them fall to the floor.

His gaze points directly between my legs. Flames lick at his amber eyes, his expression growing sharp with intensity. I know he can see exactly how damp I am.

His hands grip the softness of my hips as he moves closer. He drops hot kisses on my sensitive thighs, and I squirm with need as an ache of want thuds insistently between my legs.

“Maddie,” he groans as his kisses climb up my legs. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. You know that?”

My stomach leaps with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety for Rhys’s lips to arrive at the apex of my thighs. I feel like I’m about to melt into a pool of goo.

Finally, I feel the pressure of Rhys’s tongue against my panties. He lightly drags the tip of it up the length of my slit. Pleasure bursts in my chest, and my thighs clench around his head.

“Fuck,” he rasps. “Look how wet you are for me already. I can fucking taste you through your panties.”

After he pulls off my panties, I’m utterly exposed to him from the waist down. The look that gleams in his eyes is one of downright reverence.

“Look at you,” he says, breathlessly. “Your pretty pussy so pink and dripping wet.”

My brain is utterly scattered, the overwhelming sensations firing through me making it impossible to summon words.

Rhys places his hands on my knees and pushes my legs open. The muscles there are so tense and aching with want that my first instinct is to pull my thighs closer together again, and the force of Rhys’s hands holding them open only heightens the pleasure.

Rhys kisses me high on my thighs, everywhere except where I want to feel him most, getting so close that I’m squirming and bucking with frustrated want.

“You’re teasing me,” I whine.

He makes a cocky grunt of affirmation in his throat. “I am.”

I pout. “Why?”

“Because I want to hear you ask for it.Begfor it.”

Electricity shoots up my back. “Please, Rhys,” I mewl. “I need it.”

“What do you need?” he’s so fucking arrogant and self-assured. He knows exactly what he needs to do to drive me crazy.

“Your tongue,” I plead.

“Where?” he growls darkly.

“My pussy,” I moan.

Bliss ripples through me when he finally licks the length of my slit. He groans with satisfaction between my legs.

“Fucking hell. You taste even better than I always imagined. I didn’t think it was possible.”

He’s imagined tasting me like this? For how long? Since when?

But any ability for me to ask questions or engage in any rational thought melts into air when his lips and tongue begin to lap at my folds without restraint. His tongue snakes through me like he’s after every drop of my juices that my arousal can supply.

A tight coil of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt throbs deep in my center. Waves of bliss radiate through every limb, and a sharp thrill is constantly panging in my chest. It’s like the exact moment you crest over the highest peak of a rollercoaster at top speeds, but it’s drawn out and feels like it’ll never end.

My eyelids clench shut. My right hand grips the edge of the table while my left spears into the tangle of Rhys’s hair, grabbing a fistful to steady myself.

Rhys’s tongue slants over my tight nub of nerves, and a ball of even more intense pleasure throbs at the base of my spine. Dimly, I’m aware of my own voice chanting his name as his tongue swirls over my clit.

I gasp as he works one of his fingers into me. The walls of my pussy clench against the digit as he languidly fucks me with it. My whole center feels like an impossibly tight, impossibly hot coil of bliss. My chest is heaving, my nipples hard enough to cut glass, my skin coated in electricity, my brain melting.

Then, his tongue angles perfectly against my clit, and I unravel. The ball of pressure at my spine erupts, and unimaginable ecstasy fills me, blotting out my vision. My hipsswivel as I ride out my release, Rhys drawing it out as long as he can.

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