Page 64 of His Addiction
Jamie rose to his feet, holding her against the wall, teasing the whip from her mouth.
“You’re so fucking sexy, love.” He pressed his lips to the tip of her nose, and she collapsed into his chest.
With a low rumble deep in his chest, he laughed.
“We’re not done yet. Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs,” he ordered.
Quickly, she toed out of the fabric around her ankles, turning away from him and spreading her legs wide.
Excitement bubbled through her veins like champagne, the anticipation sparking with a flurry of fizz, ready toexplode.
Jamie skimmed the leather along her trembling thighs, not giving her time to recover.
“Do you know how much my dick needs you?” His voice strained, dark and raw. “My dick deserves to fuck you, but I want to play with you first.”
She gasped as the narrow rod of the whip met her warm, wet flesh. He skimmed the tip along her folds, teasing her with the back-and-forth motion.
The foreign object nudged her entrance, then after a beat, it filled her.
Her jaw went slack, surrendering to the deep intrusion, a delicious secret that would linger in her memory forever.
He knelt behind her, swatting her ass and grazing his teeth over the burning skin, no doubt leaving marks. The whip continued to move inside her, dipping in and out, every movement calculated to heighten her craving.
Another hard slap hit. The burn had her yelping and panting harder.
“Do you like that? Do you like the sting of my hand on your skin?”
“Yes…” she exhaled the word.
“Turn back around,” he commanded.
Leaving the whip buried deep inside her, he grabbed her hips and spun her to face him. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch me. Watch what I do to you.”
Her gaze fell, locking with his. A slow, devilish grin curved his lips, the dimple in his cheek deepening as he pulled the whip out.
With a flick of his wrist, he twirled it around, positioning the leather loop at her pussy.
Light pressure tapped her pulsating clit, then a swift smack sent electric shivers of ecstasy racing through her body.
“Lean your back against the wall,” he ordered, rising from his knees, peeling off his shirt, and unbuttoning his jeans.
She obeyed, overcome by his orders and desperate to surrender.
When his shirt hit the floor, she stared at his chiselled chest, muscles rippling with every movement, tapering down to a v-shaped torso that led straight to his full, hard dick.
Never had she seen a body like his, and never in her wildest, wettest dreams had she imagined being able to touch a man like him.
Above his navel, a collection of letters sprawled in ink, and a detailed tattoo of three wolves cascaded down his flexed bicep.
He was dirty, divine, and everything she craved.
Dropping to his knees once more, Jamie tugged one of her legs upward, resting the back of her knee on his shoulder.
“You smell like sex and leather,” he growled, grabbing the whip near his knees. “Two of my favourite things.”
He ran the whip upwards from her ankle, creating a shivery path that led straight to her wet pussy.
“That’s it. Keep that leg right there while I make you lose your fucking mind.”
