Page 85 of Protect Thy Enemy

She gasps, her back arching, her hands tangling in my hair as her body reacts instinctively. Now that I hear it up close, the sound is enough to undo me, a soft moan that shoots straight through me, igniting every nerve.

Her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer, trying to get friction. I let my hands roam, one sliding down to grip her hip while the other trails lower, skimming the edge of her panties, noting a soft sheen coating her thighs before sliding them off.

“You’re drenched, baby,” I murmur against her skin, my voice low and rough. “This for me? It is, isn’t it?”

Her only response is a breathless moan, her body arching into me, silently begging for more.

I pull back slightly, my hands sliding to grip her thighs, spreading her just enough to settle between and peer up at her. I savor the view of her eyes locked onto mine, her body rising as I run my tongue up the valley until finally settling at the place I’ve longed to visit.

Her fingers curl into my hair painfully, as if she’s afraid I’d stop. It would take an entire army to move me from this spot. Burying my nose against her clit, I blow a soft breath of air onto it, causing her hips to rise even higher. I use my arm to lock her in place as I inhale her scent, one I’ll probably never wash out of my memory, then take a long lick across her seam.

My first taste of her is like heaven, sweet like honey but an earthy twang that makes my tongue lap for seconds and thirds until she's writhing under the weight of it.

I groan before sucking her clit in my mouth, and her low moan is music to my ears, a soundtrack that serenades my dick.

“More,” she moans, and she doesn’t have to ask twice.

I take two fingers and use some of her wetness to coat them before sliding them in her tight entrance. Her body bucks against me, and I grip her tighter, holding her in place as I attack her clit while curling my fingers to her G-spot. I can feel her walls tighten around my finger as she pulses, getting closer and closer to going over the edge.

My cock is so hard it hurts. I could feel the precum at the tip, but I push its growing demand for attention to the side.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I demand. Brown eyes immediately find mine. “That’s right. Watch me as I make you come in my mouth. Fuck, you taste so good. My new favorite meal.”

“Oh God,” she gasps as my fingers curl up, and it’s like a bomb goes off. Her body stiffens as she comes with a scream. I increase my pace, lapping up every drop, not stopping even as a gush of liquid erupts from her. The sight is one that will forever be engraved in my mind, a prized artifact I’ll never sell. One I’ll die happy knowing I was able to see.

When her breathing returns to normal, her desire hasn’t subsided. If anything, it’s grown into an insatiable need.

This woman.

Her gaze burns into mine, the haziness of her release lingering but now laced with raw and unrelenting hunger.

“You still have too many clothes on,” she whispers, her voice low and sultry, like smoke curling around me, dragging me under.

She rises from the couch, her body flushed and glistening, her lips swollen from our kisses. Her breath brushes against my ear when she leans in, sending a shiver straight to my spine.

Her hands move to my belt, her fingers working with deliberate, maddening slowness.

I let her take her time, her touch igniting sparks under my skin. Her hands splay over my chest, her nails dragging just enough to make me hiss. Then she tugs at my pants, her fingers brushing against my hardened length, her teasing touch cruel in its restraint.

When she starts to lower herself to her knees, I stop her, my grip firm around her wrist. “No,” I growl.

Her eyes flick up to mine, wide and challenging, but she doesn’t pull away. “Why not?”

“Because if you put that mouth on me right now, I won’t last,” I admit, my voice like gravel. “And I need to be inside you.”

Her breath catches, and the defiance in her gaze melts into something darker, something that matches the chaos coursing through me. “Then what are you waiting for?”

The corner of my mouth twitches in a faint smirk, and I step back, pulling my wallet from my discarded pants to retrieve a condom. Her eyes stay locked on me, the heat between us building with every second, every shallow breath.

“Turn around,” I murmur.

She doesn’t hesitate. She spins to face the back of the couch, her hands gripping the top as she glances over her shoulder, daring me to close the space between us.

“Good girl,” I rasp, the words slipping out before I can stop them.

Her cheeks flush, her body arching ever so slightly, inviting me in. I grip her hips, positioning myself behind her, savoring the way she trembles under my hands. I press a kiss to the back of her neck, letting my teeth graze her skin.

“This what you wanted?” I ask, landing a hard slap to her ass.

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