Page 64 of The Break Down

And I haven’t even touched her yet.

Not how I need to.

She’s spread across the white hotel sheets, red hair fanned out like a damn halo.

Her tank top is long gone.

So are her leggings and those little cotton panties I plan to replace with my face on a regular basis.

Torn to shreds. But I’ll be keeping them, anyway.

I move between her thighs and just look my fill.

So sexy. So luscious. So mine.

My Red.

Finally, I can have what I want. That’s her.

Finley Adamo is absolutely one hundred percent mine.

“Time to eat.”

My voice is so damn gritty and rough, I sound like a monster.

But maybe she likes monsters because she flexes her hips, and moans, and fuck I am so hard, I might come on the sheets just from staring at her glistening pussy.

“Beautiful,” I murmur, almost to myself. “Fucking perfect.”

Her breath catches. Her hips shift. She’s fucking dripping for me.

I can see it. I can smell it. The slick shine of her need glitters in the dim lighting.

The slight twitch of her thighs as I stroke two fingers along the seam of her pussy tells me how badly she needs me.

Finley moans. Her head tipped back, fingers fisting the sheets—and it’s the prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

“You ready for me to wreck you, Red?” I ask, voice even rougher.

“Because I’ve been starving for a taste of this pussy since the first day you smart-mouthed me.”

Her answer is a needy whimper and a frantic nod.

So I do it.

I drop my head and bury my mouth between her thighs.

And the second my long tongue strokes against her seam, all the way up, hitting her tight little clit—she breaks.

Her whole body jolts.

Her hands fly to my head, thighs clamping around me like she can’t stand it—and she cries out my name like a prayer laced with profanity.

“Koa—fuck—oh my God!”

Music to my ears.

I devour her.

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