Page 74 of Indecent Lies

“Hurts,” she whimpered. Not pain. God, it felt good, this ache he was building in her was brand new, never felt before and she could hardly stay in her own skin. “Hurts so good, Tait.”

“About to make it agony, baby.”

She found herself pleading and begging and the more she did, the harder he sucked with his whole mouth, and he didn’t stop using his torturous fingers until she flew apart.

And she got really loud doing it.

She was in a bubble of pleasure, the comedown just as exhilarating.

But Tait wasn’t done.

He kissed her mound, her inner thighs, he gave the slit of her sex one last lick, causing a shudder to race through her, before his lips found a path up the center of her body and he moved up.

Slowly.

“Fuck.” He grunted when he reached her breasts, sucking one nipple in, hard enough she nearly lost it and her nails dug into his scalp on instinct. “You taste like candy all over.”

His mouth skimming lightly over her breasts as he plumped them up with his hand.

She might have felt teen tingles for him back then in the stages of her crush, but it was nothing in comparison to how she felt laid on his couch with the man between her legs and stroking bristly kisses over her neck and chest.

This was different to her fantasies.

Frantic.

Hungry.

Overwhelming.

Addictive.

“Oh, wow. I think…”

“No talking yet.” He groaned into her lips and she was scandalized that she wasn’t more scandalized about liking tasting herself on his mouth.

He went deep. And he stayed deep.

“But I need to say how good that was.”

More kissing. He shut her up spectacularly, making Poppy’s head spin.

Whoever taught this man to kiss needed a statue naming after them.

Her body was no longer tingling, it was full body shudders.

“Poppy shut it,” Tait groaned, going left, going right. His mouth making hers its willing prisoner. She grasped both sides of his head, leaning up and she went just as hard as he did on her and while they made out, he stroked a hand between her thighs and got her off extraordinarily fast again with just his fingers.

It was dreamy from beginning to the very end spasm.

Tait was still painting her body in open mouthed wet kisses when she finally came back to life, one heavy blink at a time.

She was aware of his weight and the heavier weight crushed between her legs, thick and hard and so, so long crushed to her belly button and she was also aware of her nails going in and out of his hair and the groan he emitted when she scraped his scalp.

The gorgeous biker liked being scratched.

“Sweet candy,” he murmured again and she grinned, almost drug like.

She loved orgasms, she’d had a lot over the years, she’d experimented and she hadn’t known a man’s mouth was a million times more potent than any vibrator to get her off.

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