Page 25 of Ready to Snap
She covers her mouth. “Morning breath. I didn’t brush last night before bed.”
“You think I give a fuck?” I try to pull her hand away, but she keeps it in place. “Fine. I want to kiss my girl good morning, so if you don’t move your hand, then strip off your pants and sit on my face.” Her eyes widen. “And don’t you dare pop a comment about how I might suffocate and die. I’ll suck your soul from your cunt first, so you’ll be stuck with me in the afterlife.”
“You’re impossible.”
“No, I’m hungry.” I tease the waistband of her pants, then slide my hand in to grip her ass. “Now, be my good fucking girl and let me properly kiss you good morning.”
Elle moves her hand and kisses me, barely a peck, then it’s right back to covering her mouth. She’s fucking adorable and I can’t get enough of her.
I have no idea what we’ll be walking into with HR and a lawyer getting involved—I could lose her. Statistically, my chances of keeping her grow exponentially if I make her come this morning. My hope is that the memory of my face between her thighs will be enough to combat any doubts she may have if things don’t go well in the meeting.
I roll Elle into her back and rub my hard length against her pussy as I kiss her neck. Her muffled moans spur me on as I move down her body, lifting her shirt to kiss every inch of her. After today, I never want to see her in anything other than my clothes. Sliding the pants down her legs, I toss them aside and spread her wide. She’s fucking glistening, ready for me, and my mouth waters at the sight. Just like yesterday, I devour her like the starved, depraved man I am. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I relish the sting on my scalp as she tugs and shifts me where she needs me.
My tongue is enough to send her over the edge. As she soaks the sheets beneath us, I don’t let up, wanting another from her. She grabs a pillow and screams into it, making me chuckle. “You don’t need this.” I reach to pull it away. “Don’t worry about waking the neighbors, baby. No one can hear you but me.”
“Wh-what are you doing? I already came.”
“Only once. You’re going to come two more times before I need to go work out.” I leave out that it was Luc’s suggestion yesterday and continue teasing her clit with my tongue, gliding two fingers inside her. If he’s right, I’ll follow in his and Ronan’s footsteps, and Elle will stay mine—preferably as my wife one day.
“What about—oh—you?”
“This is just as much for me as it is for you.” I gently graze my teeth, and she sucks in a breath. “When I get home tonight, I’ll be stroking myself, fantasizing about your naked body quivering in my bed after making you come so many times you nearly pass out.”
Elle tugs her shirt down to cover her perfect breasts and soft stomach. I won’t stand for it. Pulling my fingers from her tight pussy, I grip the shirt hem and rip it up the middle.
“Will!” she rasps.
“Damn, I was kind of into the wholeMr. Darlingthing… but at least you’re not calling meBill.”
“Aw! Why not? Even if it’s just pretend?”
“Hard pass.” I smirk, admiring her incredible body. “But I don’t want you hiding from me. Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
“I’m pretty, not beautiful. But you’re one to talk.”
I press a single kiss to her stomach as she brushes my hair off my forehead. “You think I’m pretty?”
“Yes,” she chuckles. “But I’ve never seen you naked, so maybe I’m wrong.”
“I am naked.”
“You have boxer briefs on—not naked.”
“You had a hard rule: no sex,” I quip. “I bent it last night in my library, and I’m doing it again right now. If I’m naked, I’ll throw your rule out the window completely, and fuck you.”
“No self-control,Mr. Darling?”
“With you? Absolutely not.” I pepper kisses up her chest until I reach her neck. “I still want your thighs clenching when we have to explain to HR that we like each other.”
“Why would my thighs clench?”
I resist leaving a pretty purple bruise on her neck with my mouth, nipping at her ear and chuckling darkly, “You’ll be daydreaming about my cock slipping inside you the whole time.” The temptation to strip off my underwear to feel her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my cock is unbearable. I’ll probably be hard during the entire meeting.
“Well, it’s my rule, and I vote for you to break it.”
“And end up with a five-yard penalty? I don’t think so.” I slide my cock against her center, and a sweet moan escapes her lips. “There’s no reason to rush this.”
“I want you,” she whimpers. “I’m clear, but I’m not on birth control.”
