Page 112 of Outlaw Heartstrings
One of Easton’s hands moves downward, the tips of his fingers teasing the elastic of my satiny pajama shorts.
I squeeze my thighs together as anticipation crests inside me.
Easton drops his head against my shoulder and groans. “Fuck. Can I touch?”
My ass arches on instinct, searching for contact with his erection. “Please.”
“Please what?” he taunts me.
I’ve lost all shame by this point. “Please touch me. Easton, please. Touch me between my legs.”
He chuckles darkly. “As if I’d ever say no to you.”
Slipping his hand under the elastic of my shorts, he pushes the soaked cotton of my underwear aside. One sweep of his fingertips through my folds has me whining desperately.
“That’s my girl. All nice and wet for me.” He pinches my clit between his fingers. “So nice and horny for me.”
My hand covers his, prodding him to give me more. “Yes, I’m so horny.”
“What do you want from me, Tiny Tiger. What do you want me to do to you?” He questions.
“Oh my god. Make me come, baby.”
Easton turns us around so we’re facing the mirror on my dresser. I cringe at the sight of me. My hair is a mess. My tank top is askew. And the look of hunger on my face is so intense it scares me.
Meanwhile, Easton looks perfect as usual, and eerily composed aside from the inferno in his eyes.
And he doesn’t seem to care that I’m not looking my best. In fact, he looks at me like I’m the hottest woman he’s ever seen.
“Do you want me to make you come? Would you like that?”
“Fuck. Yes,” I mumble as my eyes roll into my head.
He slips a finger into my channel and my walls clamp around his knuckle. “Alba, Alba, Alba,” he scolds. “I thought you were a good girl with good manners. Ask nicely.”
Annoyed by his taunting, I lean forward, dropping my elbows to the dresser and pressing my behind against him. “Please, Easton. Please rub my pussy and make me come all over your hand.” I glance at him over my shoulder. “There. Are you happy now?”
“Fucking elated. And I’m about to make sure you’re elated, too.” He drops to his knees, pulling my shorts down with him.
Before I know what’s happening, he buries his face between the cheeks of my—ahem—posterior, for lack of a more polite word.
“Holy shit…” I whimper when his mouth enthusiastically covers my mound.
Easton eats me out withgusto. That’s the only way todescribe it. He’s probing my channel with his tongue as his fingers grab my thighs, knead my curves, work my clit.
With the way his mouth is fucking me, I don’t last long.
My orgasm is messy. My core muscles spasm and quake as I drench his mouth with my release. Burying my face against my bicep, I sink my teeth into my own flesh to keep from screaming out loud.
As I’m falling apart, Easton stands to his feet, wrapping me in his arms. The waves move through me with violent intensity. When my body begins to relax, he grasps my jaw and gives me a dirty kiss that makes me even dizzier. My taste is all over his tongue, and it’s so intoxicating.
“Sometimes, I still can’t believe I got so fucking lucky,” he mutters into my hair as his arms envelop me in a hug.
“You feel lucky?” I pull away to look him in the face. “Easton,I’mthe one getting all the orgasms.” I worry my lower lip between my teeth.
One corner of his lips curves upward. “Can’t you see, baby? Getting to worship your beautiful body is the honor of a lifetime.”
My heart swells to quadruple its normal size, leaving me speechless.
