Page 38 of Late to Love

I squirm, caught between discomfort and embarrassment.

He catches my movements and growls, clearly unhappy with me. “Darcy.”

“Y-yes?” Why am I nervous? The man isbetween my legs, for crying out loud. He just told me Ismelled so fucking good.Am I insane?

Pressing a warm, large hand against the inside of my thigh, he asks, “Has no one made you come like this before?”

I press my lips together. “No one…” I blow out a breath. “No one’s ever, um, been down there?”

He chuffs a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I go cold at his tone, unsure how I’m supposed to react, but then he continues.

“You’re telling me I’m the first one to taste you? Baby.” His tone gentles, his gaze reverent as he stares at my pussy. When he lifts his eyes back to mine, they’re blown with lust, only a dark green circle visible around his pupil. His hands tighten and his voice deepens as he says, “This cunt, Darcy? It’s all mine. All. Mine. No one else’s. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He shakes his head. “Yes, what?”

Fuck.I grip the bedsheets as a fresh wave of goosebumps flies over me.“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

“That’s so fucking hot,” I breathe, utterly beside myself.

He bends his head down, then peers up at me from beneath heavy brows. “Relax, Little Girl. I’m going to be here a while.”

Yeah, no way. I’m going to watch as he?—

Oh.

Oh,God.

The flat of his tongue presses against my center, and he moans. Or maybe that’s me? No, we both moan. His tongue travels up, licking me from bottom to top, and my legs immediately quiver.

“Fuck, you taste good. So damn sweet.” He shifts again, wrapping one arm around my leg while the other moves to rest on my stomach.

But his tongue. Dear sweet heaven above, histongue. I have never…just, holy fuck. My hips jerk and he hums. He moves to my clit, and I gasp as his tongue circles it, increasing the pressure and moving it around, focusing in on the exact right spot that I crave.

I thread my hands into his silky hair and tug. “Oh my God,” I whimper. “More. Do that more.”

He keeps his mouth on my clit, working it and then sucking it, my hips writhing back and forth. “There you go,” he urges. “Fuck my face, Darcy.”

Sounds I didn’t know I could make come out of me as I do just that, holding onto his hair and jerking my hips. Pleasure swirls in my core, and as his tongue and mouth work my pussy, I detonate. The pleasure courses through me, and I scream, “Anthony!”

He keeps going, working me through the orgasm until I’m a puddle on the bed. But instead of letting me recover, he rises on his knees and looks down at me, his insane cock jutting out.

Suddenly I want nothing more than to taste it. To suck him into my mouth and hear his own moans of pleasure. But when I go to move, he shakes his head. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’re going to put on fresh lipstick before you suck my cock, and I’m going to love watching you. But now I want to bury myself in that delicious pussy of yours. “

I can’t say anything, rendered speechless by his words as he lowers himself onto me, one hand tracing up my side as his head dips to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my God, that feels so good,” I moan as his mouth sucks on it, his other hand squeezing the other. I can barely figure what to do with my hands, I’m so delirious with sensation, and when he lifts his head, I pull his mouth to mine, tasting myself on his tongue. It’s fucking hot.

“Now,” I whisper. “I need you. Now.”

He smirks. “Thought you’d never ask.” Rising onto his elbow, he notches himself at my entrance and pushes the head in.

It already feels different. I’ve never had anyone bare inside me.

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