Page 73 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

Sloane was stretched out on my sheets like some kind of goddess, all long lines and soft curves, her black lingerie clinging to her like it had been made just for her. The lace barely covered anything, teasing me with glimpses of flawless skin and the delicate dip of her waist. My breath caught as my eyes trailed down the sheer fabric, the way it hugged her hips, the thin straps of the garter that disappeared against her thighs. It was stretched tight across her slit, dipping between her pussy lips…she was a fucking feast.

Her hair was a mess—wild and dark against my pillow. Her lips were parted just slightly, painted a shade of red that had me desperate to see them stretched around my dick, staining my skin with that color. Her eyes were hooded as she watched me enjoy myself, a half challenge, half invitation in their blue depths.

I continued to gape at her, trying to remember how to breathe. “You know, you could’ve warned me,” I said finally, my voice rougher than I intended.

Her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, the kind that made me forget every coherent thought in my head. “Warned you about what?”

“That you were about to ruin me,” I said, shaking my head like I was trying to snap myself out of whatever spell she’d cast. It didn’t work. Nothing would’ve worked.

I reached back and brushed my hand against her ankle before I ran it up her leg, slow and deliberate. Her skin was warm, smooth, and when she shivered under my touch, I grinned…and then trailed my hands up to the edge of her panties until I was tracing the edge of the scraps of lace.

“Remind me to buy you a hundred more pairs of these,” I growled, before I ripped them off her body, revealing a pussy that I was going to worship until my dying day.

“Fucking hell. You’re perfect,” I said, leaning forward because if I didn’t taste her…the day that I died was going to come quick.

“Logan,” she said, reaching out and stopping me before I could get between her legs.

“Yeah, baby?” I answered, my voice coming out feral…crazed as I desperately stared at her pussy. I was surprised I wasn’t drooling…that’s how badly I wanted her.

“I—I’m clean,” she whispered.

I blinked, caught off guard, and for a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. But when I did, my gaze snapped to hers. She looked away quickly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as her fingers twisted in the edge of the sheet.

I sat back slightly, trying to catch her eyes again. “Sloane,” I said, my voice low and steady. “I didn’t doubt you for a second, baby.”

Maybe I should have asked about something like that, but I kept forgetting what she did for a living…I kept forgetting there was money leaving my bank account weekly to pay for every minute I spent with her. Hell, I kept forgetting everything except for the fact that I was confident she belonged to me.

She shook her head, her hair falling in front of her face like a curtain. “I just…I didn’t want you to think…” Her voice trailed off, her hands gripping the sheet tighter.

I knelt down and parted her folds with my tongue, holding her gaze the entire time as she sucked in a sharp breath. “Most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Logan,” she moaned, her hands fisting in my hair. I might be bald after this, but it would be worth it.

I pushed my tongue into her cunt, desperate for more.

She moaned again. So sexy that it took me a second to realize there was something off about the sound.

I did my best flicking trick, and she moaned again…and again, and each time I became more and more convinced.

She was faking it.

That was not going to fly.

I pulled my mouth away and frowned as I assessed her perfect face. No rosy cheeks, no glossy eyes. The sound had been right, she’d been writhing against my face…but she was definitely faking it.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her lips pursing as she studied me right back.

“How did that feel?” I asked her, and a look of confusion spread across her face.

“What do you mean?” Her voice was cautious…almost nervous-sounding, which rarely happened with Sloane. I lived for the moments when her walls came down and I saw past the tough-girl exterior she wore like a shield.

“Tell me how that felt,” I ordered calmly.

She palmed my cheeks and tried to bring me back to her core. “Amazing, keep going,” she said soothingly.

I licked her once more, because I couldn’t help it, and then pulled back again.

“You’re faking,” I said matter-of-factly. “You’re not enjoying this at all.”

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