Page 89 of The Fantasy League
“So fucking wet for me.” I could hear the smirk in his voice as he ran a finger down my slit. His throaty groan sparked a shudder throughout my body that made my core clench. “So fucking perfect.”
Holy. Freaking. Hell.
I was panting. God, I felt like I was going to die from pleasure and he hadn’t even put his mouth on me yet.
Was it possible to still get into heaven if you died fucking someone out of wedlock? Either way, I was about to find out.
Abel’s tongue finally made contact with my pussy, and I moaned loudly when he sucked my clit between his lips.
Stars flooded my vision as he continued to lap at my clit with a steady rhythm. His hands gripped my ass securely the whole time, only removing them long enough to take his suit jacket off.
The sounds he made while he ate me… it was almost as ifhewas the one on the receiving end of the pleasure. Knowing how much he enjoyed it made it that much hotter. “Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he rasped.
My heart thumped heavily inside my chest and I could feel myself on the brink of an orgasm. But just when I was about to be sent over the edge… he stopped.
I could feel his lips form a smile against my pussy before he quickly moved back up and wrapped my hair in his hand. He kissed my exposed neck and I tilted my head to the side to give him better access, which he took full advantage of.
“Please,” I begged, my voice laced with desire.
Abel grabbed my hips and twirled me so we were face to face again, tension and breathy moans rippling between us. His hands cupped the back of my thighs and he hoisted my legs around his waist yet again—this seemed to be his preferred form of transporting me these days—and clasped me tightly against his chest as he carried me up the stairs with ease.
Holy shit, he was taking me to his bedroom.
I’d never been upstairs before. I’d never had areasonto be upstairs before until now.
Oh my god. Oh my god.
Abel stopped in the hallway just outside what I assumed was his bedroom door and pressed my back against the wall. He steadily stroked his length against my center while placing soft, open-mouth kisses along my collarbone. He slowly, slowly traced his lips up my neck and the shallow breaths he left on my skin drove me deeper into oblivion.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” Abel rasped, his voice sensual and husky. A tingling warmth ran down my spine at his words, knowing that I made him feel this primal, this turned on, making my pussy pulsate. “Are you on birth control?”
I nodded. “No condom.”
“Fuck.” Abel let out a throaty groan. Taking my lips once again, he gripped my ass firmly and I immediately felt my back peel away from the wall as he carried me through the doorway before stopping at the foot of his giant bed.
I was too distracted to take in his entire room, but I knew it was nice. Andclean. Which was a big improvement from the rooms of the other handful of other guys I’d been with.
Abel bent down and slipped my dress over my shoulders, leaving only my green lace underwear. Simultaneously, I began unbuttoning his dress shirt with trembling fingers and ran my hands over his abs, slowly tracing down to his body until I reached his cock.
He groaned at my touch, quickly sucking in one of my nipples and releasing his mouth with a pop sound. His fingers brushed my slit tauntingly for a few moments before he shoved his two middle fingers inside and began working them in and out of me.
A jolt of impatience grew inside me as my orgasm built. I felt like I was going to burst if he were to deny me an orgasm again.
I lifted my hips upward so his fingers hit my G-spot at the most invigorating angle, which gave me the confidence to continue bucking my hips against him as I inched closer to ecstasy.
“You look good when you fuck my fingers like that, Red,” he praised in a low voice. The smirk that peeled the corners of his lips as he watched me with such amusement only intensified the pleasure inside me.
If I hadn’t already been on the brink of an orgasm, I most definitely would’ve been now simply at the sight of him watching me. “Look at you being such a good girl for me.”
God, those words alone were nearly enough to send me over the edge.
His tongue drew a path from my ribs to my stomach while his thumb circled my clit. He watched under lowered lashes as I squirmed and writhed underneath his perfectly crafted touch.
A wave of warmth swirled in my core as he sucked my clit between his lips and lapped it with his tongue, each circle making it more sensitive.
“I need you inside me,” I cried out breathlessly. “Please, I want to come on your cock.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth one more time before standing to slip off his pants. I lay on my back, dipping two fingers inside myself while I stared at his cock as it was released from his boxers.
