Page 77 of In Your Dreams, Holden Rhodes

“Mmm?”

“Stop teasing me.”

“I thought you didn’t like this, though.” I set my mouth on her clit and sucked.

Her thighs closed around my head and I nearly came. Pressure built around my spine. Her legs around my neck was fucking heaven.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” she gasped when I took my mouth away.

“You bet your gorgeous, slappable ass I am.”

She lifted her head and her eyes were full of fire. She wanted me. She wanted me so bad, and she wanted to come.

I wanted to make her come more than anything in the world.

“You want this?” I asked, hovering over her clit so she could feel my words as I breathed them.

She nodded, wincing.

“Make me.”

“What?” Her head rose.

“You heard me. I said, make me.”

Her throat worked and worry pinched her eyebrows. Her chest heaved. “How?”

“You’ll think of something.”

As soft and slow as I could, I dragged my tongue around her clit, never touching it. She whimpered and bucked against my mouth, pushing herself onto my mouth. I groaned with appreciation.

“Come on…” I murmured.

“You said I was the boss.”

“So be the boss.”

She sat up, reached for my hair, and pulled my head between her legs.

I let myself go and sucked her clit hard. Her legs slammed closed around my head and I groaned into her.

“Fuck, yes,” I rasped into her, working my tongue hard against her wetness. “You taste fucking incredible, Sadie. So fucking sweet. I’ve had one taste and I’m already addicted.”

“Shut up,” she gasped, grinding on my mouth.

I laughed and brushed a finger over her opening, slipping it inside. Oh shit, she was soaked. My cock jumped as she clamped down on my finger. My other hand came to her tits, massaging and pinching and rolling and tugging. Sadie writhed on my bed under my tongue and it was the best moment of my life.

My tongue slicked fast circles and I crooked my finger inside her, against her warmth. Her hips bucked against my face and my eyes rolled back as I devoured her. I groaned into her, massaging the spot inside her, and her moan pitched into a cry.

“Thought you said you didn’t like this,” I rasped.

“Thought you said you’d tongue-fuck me,” she shot back.

I’d laugh at that later, when there was time to think, when my head didn’t swim with thoughts of her. I slipped my finger out and replaced it with my tongue. Her hips lifted off the bed and she gasped.

“Yes. Oh my god. Yes.” Her hands came back to my hair, tugging and pressing my mouth further into her. Her hips jerked and I locked an arm across her waist to hold her down, pistoning my tongue in and out of her like she demanded.

Fuck, I love that she demanded it.

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