Page 99 of The Defender
He kissed his way down my stomach until he reached my underwear. He yanked them off and paused, taking in my bare pussy and slick thighs.
“Lucky if I can make you come once, huh?” He looked up at me, his eyes glittering with hunger. “You’re already a fuckingmess, sweetheart.” He reached down and pushed two fingers inside me.
I cried out, my hips arching up again in a frantic search for more friction.Damnhim. He was so smug, and he thought he could…he could…
My mind short-circuited when he dragged his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth. He pushed my legs farther apartand propped them on his shoulders, giving him greater access to my pussy as he licked and sucked on my clit.
My knees weakened. I fisted the sheets, my breaths heavy from the effort of holding in my cries, but I couldn’t help moaning when he flicked his tongue against theexactspot that drove me crazy. “Oh,fuck.”
Then he gently raked his teeth against that same spot while pushing his fingers inside me again, and my mind blanked for the second time in as many minutes. I arched up with a cry, my thighs clamping around his head while fireworks exploded behind my eyes.
The pleasure was so intense, I instinctively tried to scoot away after the first blinding wave, but strong hands held me fast. I was a ship being tossed in a storm, buffeted on all sides by sensation, and I couldn’t catch my breath as the pressure built, and built, and?—
Another cry, this one so loud and hoarse it hardly sounded human. My vision blurred, my toes curling as my back bowed off the mattress. Ecstasy crashed through me in waves, each more overwhelming than the last until I was utterly wrecked.
I lay there, my skin slick with sweat and my chest rising and falling in ragged bursts as the aftershocks rolled through me.
When my vision cleared, Vincent was still between my legs, his mouth glistening with the evidence of my orgasm. The sight sent a fresh, unexpected spasm of arousal through me.
“That’s one,” he said, his smile filled with pure male satisfaction. “Et ça a un putain de goût, ma chérie.”
“I have no idea what that means,” I said, too spent and satiated to come up with a witty response. “But you got lucky with that one.”
“You’re pretty mouthy for someone who just came all over my face,” he drawled, a hint of heat in his voice. He rose up on his knees, and my stomach clenched.
Holy shit. His cock was even bigger than I remembered. Harder, like eating me out had turned him on as much it had me.
“What can I say? I’m funny that way,” I said breathily. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
My scrutiny didn’t escape his notice.
Vincent’s gaze darkened. “Open your mouth.”
My clit pulsed at his soft, steely command. I obeyed, but not before I flipped us over so he was on his back and I was straddling him.
I kept my eyes on him as I wrapped my hands around his shaft and guided it in between my lips. Vincent groaned as I took more and more of him, sucking him as far down as I could go before I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the tip.
I licked every inch of his cock head before I sucked him down again, deeper this time, until saliva pooled in my mouth and the air was filled with messy slurps and gurgles.
Vincent tangled his hands in my hair, holding it back while I took him all the way. My eyes watered when he hit the back of my throat, butGod, the guttural noise he made sounded almost as good as he tasted.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped. “That feels so damn good.”
I moaned, loving his pants and groans, the desperate grip he had on my hair, and the way his muscles trembled, like it was taking all his willpower not to lose control.
He fisted my hair tighter into a ponytail, using it to guide me up and down as we worked up a rhythm. My entire body was flushed. Tingles spread across my chest and clit, and when he groaned again, I felt the vibrations throb deep in my core.
“I’m going to come,” he panted.
Instead of pulling away, I sucked harder until I felt his cock throb against my tongue. Thick, hot spurts filled my throat, and I made sure to swallow every drop before I released him with a satisfied smile.
Vincent let out a final groan before he slumped against the bed, his skin glistening with sweat.
“I’d say that’s one for one,” I purred, climbing up beside him.
His husky laugh floated between us. “Who’s the cocky one now?”
“Still you.”
