Page 161 of Break the Ice
“Don’t stop,” Finley pleads, inching lower on the chaise until she’s right where I want her—open, waiting.
Heat pours off her, the faint, salty tang of her arousal mixing with my breath, with the ghost of his cologne, with everything about them flooding my head until I can’t tell where one want ends and the other begins.
I drag my finger slowly along the soaked fabric, pressing just enough to make her hips jump before pulling away, kissing her stomach again just to hear the whimper that leaves her throat.
She’s gorgeous like this—half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, lips parted. Every sound she makes is a fucking siren’s call.
“Please, Jayden,” Finley begs when I hook my finger into the edge of her panties and stroke up through her slit, spreading her slick until she gasps. “Oh, Jes—heavens…”
“My name,” I growl, sliding my finger into her, slow and deep, to the last knuckle.
Her body bows off the chaise, head tipping back with a cry. “Jayden!”
“Say it again.” I add another finger, fucking her slow until her voice cracks on my name a second time.
“Jayden… Jayden…”
“Louder.” My thumb circles her clit, steady with the rhythm of my fingers driving into her. The wet sounds of her cunt fill the room, louder with every clench. “I said louder, Finley. Scream it.”
She does.
Her cries split the air, raw and hoarse, as I finger-fuck her faster, deeper, until her hips are jerking wild under my hands.
Spanking her thigh, I growl, “That’s more like it, Lucky.”
Another smack lands where I left marks earlier. Her legs fly wider, framing my shoulders like she knows what comes next.
“What’s my name, baby?”
“Jayden. Jayden, Jayden, Jayden!” she screams, shaking, body bowing off the chaise as she claws at the cushions.
“If you want to come, you don’t stop.”
I drag her panties aside and drop my mouth, locking my fingers with hers before hauling her down until her pussy smothers me. Every twist of her hips only grinds her harder against my tongue as I lick into her like I’ll never get enough.
“Jayden, Jayden… Jayden, I’m—” Her words splinter when I suck her clit into my mouth, biting lightly, dragging it out until she’s trembling so hard, she almost kicks free.
I don’t stop. Not until she falls apart, voice breaking, legs shaking, body clenching before collapsing back in a limp heap on the chaise.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I groan against her stomach, kissing my way up to her mouth. “You wanna know how good you taste?”
Her eyes go wide when I slide my fingers through her drenched pussy, then press them against her lips.
Finley’s tongue swirls slowly over my fingertips, sucking them clean with soft, filthy sounds that go straight to my cock. When I pull away, she follows until they pop free, smirking faintly through the wreckage of her mouth.
That bashful giggle she gives me? Might be my new favorite thing.
“Is that all you wanted? A taste?” Finley asks, breathless, tugging the jersey down as she sits up, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-bitten.
“Pull it back up.”
Her brows lift, eyes going wide. “What?”
“I like seeing your wet panties.”
“Are you serious?” she asks, half-laughing, half-shocked.
“Fuck, yeah, I am. I ate that pussy like a goddamn pro. I deserve to see the fruit of my labor.”
