Page 5 of Wicked S.O.B.

Her eyes capture mine as she spreads her legs. One hand drifts down her torso, careful to avoid her breasts. She knows better than to touch what’s mine, especially when I’m in full hackle-raising, pissed-off mode. Two fingers glide over her stomach, over the bald crest of her cunt. They fork down either side of her slick folds, again careful to avoid the grand prize, to rest on either side of her hole. Her legs twitch, acute hunger in each movement. “I suffered, too, Quinn. Do you know how empty I’ve felt right here? How impossible it’s been to sleep at night without the satisfaction of having your cock inside me first? Do you know how tough it’s been to face each day knowing I won’t get to see you until tonight?”

I should be appeased. I’m not. Asshole.

“My plane was fueled and ready and at your disposal every second of every day. You could’ve come back. Obviously you didn’t miss me that much.”

Jesus. Double asshole.

Her eyes flash again. She knows full well I’m still in fight mode. The fingers between her legs move up, away from the slick pink flesh begging for my tongue, my teeth, my fingers, my cock.

“I’m hot for you, Quinn. I’m dying for you. But I won’t apologize for going.” Her legs begin to close. “So if you want to fight about it first—”

I release my cock and grab both slender thighs in a firm, implacable grip. A grip she resists for a heartbeat. “Attempt to keep me from this”—my gaze falls between her legs—“and I’ll spank the shit out of you.”

Her arms rise above her head to rest on the arm of the sofa, her body an offering that wrecks me until I’m sure I’m one breath away from exploding. “Right now I’ll settle for you fucking the shit out of me,” she says. “I’ll even beg if you want me to. Please. Quinn.”

My fingers sink into the flesh behind her knees, my vision blurring for a moment at her ability to knock the stuffing out of me. With a snarl charged from the depths of my need, I plunge my head between her legs.

If the taste of her nipples was sweet bliss, the taste of Elyse’s pussy is nirvana itself. I breathe her in as my mouth feasts on her clit, her hole, the silky flesh that guards her pussy. She shudders and rolls her hips into my kiss. I slurp shamelessly at her wetness, plunging my tongue into the tiny tightness that defiantly resists my ministrations. The thought of that snugness around my cock is so heady that I feel the organ jerk in desperate anticipation.

“Oh God!” she gasps.

I open eyes I don’t remember shutting and gaze at the stunning sight of her flat, faintly muscled belly, the proud rise of her breasts, her head thrown back in bliss, the ripples of her long, golden hair.

Mine.

“More,” she begs.

Mine.

I roll my tongue over her clit and then flick in a rapid-fire succession that sends her back arching off the sofa.

“Like this?”

“Yes! God. More. Please.” Her hips fuck my mouth faster, her movements uncoordinated as she attempts to speed up the process.

I decrease the intensity of the kiss. She whimpers and raises her head to spear me with a defiant glare.

“My pussy. My cum.”

Her mouth drops open. Her breath has the fucking audacity to catch. As if she’s forgotten. As if…hell…as if something has changed. I know I haven’t said those words in a while but…fuck.

She’s staring at me in shock.

My hands tighten on her. I know I’m going to leave marks. What else is fucking new?

“My body. My pussy. Myfuckingcum. Did you forget?” My voice is barely audible. And whatever she sees in my eyes freezes her into immobility.

“Y-yes,” she stutters. “I mean, no. It’s yours, Quinn. It’s always been yours. You’re the only one.”

My heart is racing faster than normal, and I don’t even know why. “Elyse…”

“Take it. Give it to me however you want to. It’s yours. Please.” Her voice shakes on the last word. I wonder for a moment what I’ve done to her. What I’ve done to us.

But the siren call of her pussy has always been too damn potent to resist. Eyes connected, I dip my head and taste her again. And again. Her eyes attempt to roll, but she knows the score. I may not be in control of much else, but I’m in full control of her.

I lick her. Slow. Then fast. I fuck her with my tongue until she’s whimpering again.

“I need…oh God.” She takes a deep breath, and I watch her eyebrows pleat as she tries to find the words. “Quinn…may I…I need. May I come? Now…oh God, now, please?”

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