Page 70 of Eat Slay Love

I growled, thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy, curling them just right a tiny bit, rubbing against that perfect spot that made her whimper like a woman being thoroughly ruined.

I loved watching her writhe and go crazy. “Did he ever take his time with your pussy like this?”

She arched into me. “No.”

Slowly, I removed my fingers, lifted them to my mouth, and then sucked her taste from my fingers as I locked eyes with her. “Then let me show you how you were supposed to be treated.”

Her breath was uneven as she quirked her brows.

We had traffic outside and more than enough time to get to my hotel, and even more. . .I could not let only my fingers have all the fun.

Enough with trying to be a gentleman.

Too eager for my own good, I moved, sliding off the seat and sinking down to my knees in front of her.

She muttered, “Oh shit.”

Oh shit is right. I’m going to eat that pussy right here.

I would be damned if I let New York’s pesky traffic delay the pleasure that I wanted to give her.

The city could wait, and the world could watch.

Also, I didn’t care at all if the driver heard her moans either.

If anything, Iwantedhim to.

Let the driver hear my sweet Rae lose control. Let him hear every desperate, breathless shuddering sound she made as I buried my mouth between her thighs.

Let him know that right now, in the back seat of his car, I was giving her a pleasure so raw, so visceral, so utterly consuming that it would ruin her for any man who came after me.

Not that I would ever fucking allow another man to have her now.

From the moment she walked into Alchemy, I knew I would make Rae mine. I’d just been waiting for whatever loser to walk in for me to replace.

Thank God none ever did or it would have been a tough Valentine’s night for him.

And her ex-husband?

That miserable fucking excuse of a man who had never known what to do with her?

Iwishedhe could hear the sounds I was about to make her moan.

I wished he could sit right there, eyes forced open, and watch me worship her the way she deserved.

Let him see what itlooked likewhen a woman was truly cherished.

Truly devoured.

Truly satisfied.

Because he hadfailedher.

He had let her slip through his fingers.

And now, I would make sure she never doubted herself again.

On my knees and in front of her, I traced my hands up the those thick, gorgeous curves of her thighs, spreading them wide, owning them, feeling the soft, luscious give of her flesh beneath my palms.

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