Page 76 of Beautiful Distraction

I suck in a gulp of air and close my eyes, my fingers stilltangled in his hair as arrows of pleasure shoot through my core, my pussytightening around nothing, begging to be filled.

“I’ve been thinking about your wet pussy,” Kellan whispersappreciatively between another dip and lick, then another and another.

“You taste even better than I imagined.” His voice is deep,hoarse, sexy as hell. “I’m going to make you crash so hard, you’ll be spoiledfor every other man after me.”

“No false modesty,” I more moan than whisper.

His tongue focuses on my clit for a moment. His mouth sucksthe little mound between his lips, then he flicks his tongue across it.

I moan and arch my back.

It feels so damn good, but it won’t be enough.

Laughter echoes somewhere to our right, reminding me thatwe’re in someone’s back yard. We could be discovered any minute with my skirtliterally hitched up around my waist. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me,the excitement almost pushing me over me edge.

“Be quiet,” Kellan whispers, but his tongue doesn’t ease upon me. It slides through my slickness, leaving a hot and moist trail behindjust long enough for the wind to cool me down, before he begins again.

He’s such a professional at doing this.

Too calm. Too focused.

Of course, he’s probably licked more pussy than he cancount. I, on the other hand, feel like I could be dying on the spot. Both fromdesire and sheer mortification at what we’re doing. And from being so ready togive him what he’s been wanting all along.

Somewhere, a door closes. Then a click.

Footsteps thud in the distance.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I think someone’s coming,” I whisper needlessly and try topush his head away. He grabs my ass tightly, holding me in place as he adjustshis mouth.

“Kellan,” I whisper, mortified.

His tongue is more unrelenting now. Barely giving me time tobreathe between the hard flicks on my clit. My pussy tightens, squeezing theair, the delicious pull of an oncoming orgasm forming, but not quite there.

The footsteps stop, and a male voice begins to talk quietly…intoa phone?

I can even make out a few words.

Oh, God.

We’re going to be found out.

Talk about bad timing.

“Kellan.” His name swooshes out of my mouth in anothersilent moan.

“Hush! He’ll be here soon.” The way he says it, it soundslike he knows the person. I want to follow up his remark with a question. Ieven open my mouth when he thrusts a finger into me, then another, stretchingme, filling me.

I nearly cry out, the sound lodged deep in my throat.

It’s getting harder to breathe.

Kellan’s tongue flicks faster while he finger-fucks me hard,rubbing against that one special spot inside me I know will have me crying outhis name.

Red-hot waves of lust threaten to crush me. My legs begin totremble. I bite my lip hard so I can’t cry out. The taste of blood registerssomewhere inside my mind, but I don’t care.

All I want is more.

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