Page 28 of Filthy Mouth
My pulse skittered, knees weakening, but I still dared to lick my lips slowly, as if tasting the last trace of chocolate.“Mmm. Maybe I wanted you to lose control.”
He growled, pinning me against the mirrored wall as the lift climbed. His reflection glared back at me, dark and feral, his hand tightening at my throat.
“You’ll regret that little show,” he said, lips brushing my ear.“Tonight, you’re my dessert.”
The lift chimed, and the doors slid open. His grip didn’t loosen. He dragged me down the hall, my heels clicking against the polished floor, until I was shoved into the vast bedroom.
He spun me toward the bed, eyes dark and hungry.
“Strip,” he ordered, loosening his tie with one hand.
My pulse raced, heat pooling low in my belly. I obeyed, blouse slipping from my shoulders, skirt pooling at my feet. Lace clung damp between my thighs.
“On the bed. Spread those legs.”
I crawled onto the sheets, reclining back against the pillows, heart hammering. When I parted my thighs, his gaze burned hotter than any candlelight.
“See?” I whispered, voice husky.“Already sweeter than mousse.”
His smirk was wicked.
“Then I’ll lick my plate clean.”
He shoved my knees wider, dragging me down the bed until I was flush with the edge. His shoulders slotted between my thighs, broad and unrelenting, and then his mouth was on me.
I cried out, back arching, as his tongue carved a hot, slick path through my folds. He licked like a man starved, like every filthy tease I’d given him had only sharpened his hunger. His beard rasped against my tender skin, the rough drag a filthy contrast to the wet heat of his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered, fists tangling in the sheets.
He didn’t stop. His nose nudged my clit, his tongue plunging deep, then up to circle again. Every flick of his tongue made the wetness gush, and he groaned into me, swallowing greedily. His beard was drenched now, glistening with my slick, every stroke scraping my thighs raw in the best way.
“Better than mousse,” he rasped against me, lips glistening, before fastening his mouth back over my cunt and sucking hard. My hips bucked, but his strong hands pinned me down, holding me open for his feast.
The sound of him eating me echoed obscenely—slurps, groans, the wet drag of his beard smearing my arousal everywhere. He wasn’t just enjoying me; he was revelling in it, face buried deep, feasting until I was writhing helplessly under him.
“Messy little dessert,” he muttered between licks, voice muffled against my dripping folds.“And I’m not leaving a single drop.”
I was still trembling when he finally lifted his head, beard shining with me. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing down at me as though he hadn’t just devoured me alive.
“You like to tease,” he said, voice rough.“So let me show you what you’ll be begging for.”
He stood, slow and deliberate, tugging at the knot of his tie. The silk slid free, a dark ribbon dangling from his fist before he tossed it onto the chair. My chest tightened as he worked open each button of his shirt, one after another, exposing hard muscle beneath crisp white cotton.
I licked my lips, throat dry, as he shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders. His chest was sculpted, dusted with dark hair, his skin bronzed against the pale fabric. He watched my every reaction, every hitch in my breath, feeding on it as much as he had fed between my thighs.
“Shoes, socks, trousers,” he muttered to himself as if reciting a ritual. He kicked them off one by one, until all that was left was the heavy bulge straining against black briefs. My eyes locked there, unable to look anywhere else.
“Go on,” he teased, hooking a thumb beneath the waistband.“Say it.”
My mouth was dry, but the words slipped out, a needy whisper.“Take them off.”
His grin was wicked, pure sin as he eased the briefs down inch by inch, freeing his cock in a slow reveal that had my pulse hammering. Thick and heavy with veins that stood out along the length as it sprang against his stomach.
He stood naked before me, arrogance carved into every line of his body.“You’ve had your meal,” he said, stroking himself once, lazily.“Now it’s my turn to feed you properly.”
Those dark brown eyes gleamed with hunger, his straight dark hair falling forward as he tilted his head, like a wolf deciding which part of the lamb to sink his teeth into first.
I barely had time to draw breath before he moved. One knee pressed into the mattress, then the other, the bed dipping beneath his weight as he prowled over me. He clambered forward until his shadow swallowed mine, his cock heavy and hard, brushing the inside of my thigh as if by design.
