Page 82 of Guarded Love

It takes everything within me not to smirk when her words die on her lips, but I refrain. I’m focused on the task at hand, and I’m determined to lose myself in her completely. I use my tongue to trace slow, deliberate circles around her clit. Her fingers are anchored in my hair and her hips begin to move. I’m convinced it’s only a matter of time before she starts humping my face.

And I’ll enjoy every second of it.

I should stop.

Deep down I know I should.

We’re in an alley. There are people everywhere, music in the air, the chance of someone turning the wrong corner and seeing exactly what I’m doing to her. She’s Knox’s little sister. She’s off-limits. This isn’t what good guys do.

But she tastes like sin, and I’ve never wanted anything more.

And right now, I don’t give a damn about being good.

I move my head to take her clit between my lips, sucking gently while my fingers find her entrance. When I slide one finger inside her, she gasps and her hips buck against my mouth.

"You're so fucking tight," I say, but I’m not sure if she registered what I said. I move in and out of her slowly at first, letting her adjust to me while my mouth continues its work on her clit. Her body responds immediately, clenching around my finger as soft whimpers escape her lips.

"More," she breathes, and the desperation in her voice nearly undoes me.

I add a second finger, stretching her carefully as I curl them upward, searching for that spot that will make her see stars. When I find it, her entire body jerks against the wall.

"Right there," she gasps, her grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain, but I don’t care. "Please, don't stop."

I wouldn't dream of it. I work my fingers deeper, establishing a rhythm that has her eyes rolling into the back of head. She’s getting wetter with each stroke and it’s then I know I was made to bring her body this pleasure.

"You feel incredible," I say because I can’t help myself before returning my mouth to her clit. The combination of my tongue and fingers has her trembling, and I can tell she's fighting to stay quiet.

Her walls clench around my fingers as I curl them, hitting her G-spot again. "Blaise, I—" she starts, but the words shift into a moan when I increase the pressure of my tongue.

I love watching her lose control. The way her head falls back, exposing her throat that I can’t wait to lick and suck given the next opportunity. How her fingers twist in my hair like she's trying to keep herself from falling to the ground. Not to mention the little sounds she makes when I change the angle or speed.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, pumping my fingers steadily while my mouth works her clit. "Let me hear you."

She's close. I can feel it in the way her muscles tense and how her breathing has become more erratic. I slide a third finger inside her, stretching her further, and she gasps at the sensation. "Too much?" I ask and regret that I made this silly move. I don’t want to hurt her and might have just stalled her orgasm.

"No," she manages to get out but her voice is strained. "It's perfect. You're amazing."

The praise goes straight to my head, making me even more determined to make her fall apart. I pump my fingers faster, curling them on each stroke while my tongue flicks rapidly over her clit.

Her breathing becomes shallow, desperate. "I'm so close," she whispers.

Thank fuck I didn’t ruin this. When her thighs start to shake, I know she's right on the edge.

"Come for me," I growl against her. "I want to feel you fall apart."

That's all it takes. Her orgasm slams through her body as she cries out my name. It’s the sweetest sound. I don't stop, working her through tremors until she's pushing at my shoulders because her pussy is now oversensitive.

I slowly withdraw my fingers and press one last gentle kiss to each of her thighs before standing. She's leaning heavily against the wall, chest heaving, looking absolutely wrecked in the best possible way.

"Holy shit," she breathes, staring at me with wide eyes.

I can't help the satisfied smirk that crosses my face. "Good?"

She lets out a breathless laugh. "Blaise, that was—" She shakes her head, seemingly at a loss for words. “How did you—? There’s no way you?—”

I stare her dead in the eye as I stick each of the fingers that was inside her in my mouth one by one.

“You think I justguessedhow to touch you like that?”

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