Page 127 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

He unhooked my bra in one fluid movement and looked down as he slowly pulled it off my arms.

"You're so beautiful, Alina."

After days of thinking I was the most disgusting person on the planet, his words were music to my ears.

He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck as his hand slid up my thigh. Each inch his fingers moved up, the wetter I became. I had been wanting him ever since I first saw him in the men's locker room. He lightly kissed my collarbone.

A moan immediately escaped my lips.

I felt him smile against my skin as he kissed down the front of my chest. He took my nipple in his mouth, gently biting down on it.

Fuck.

His fingers traced the bottom of my cutoff jean shorts, teasing me. Another moan escaped my lips as his fingers slid slightly under the fabric. He pressed the center of my chest, making me lean back on to my elbows.

He released my nipple and left a trail of kissed down my stomach as he massaged my left breast with his hand.

"Bryce," I moaned. My whole body felt alive. Every time his lips touched my skin, I got even more aroused.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say my name like that." He easily unbuttoned my jean shorts and hooked his fingers in the belt loops.

I immediately lifted my hips. He pulled off my shorts and thong, letting them slowly fall down my legs. He kissed the inside of my knee and made a torturous ascent of kisses up my thigh. His fingers trailed up the inside of my other thigh.

I spread my thighs wide. I needed him right that second.

He stopped right where I needed him most. I could feel his hot breath between my thighs.

"I'm trying to savor this moment," he said. His voice was low and husky. "But if I don't taste you right now, I'm going to lose my fucking mind."

Holy shit.

His warm tongue thrust deep inside of me.

"Bryce," I moaned. My hips rose to meet him. He pushed down on my thighs to hold me in place and spread my legs even wider.

His tongue swirled around inside of me. It was like I was his favorite dessert in the world and he couldn't get enough.

My head dipped back as he devoured me. That's what it felt like. Like he was completely devouring me.

His nose brushed against my clit as he thrust his tongue even deeper.

And I shattered. Completely. I wasn't sure I had ever orgasmed so fast in my life.

I grabbed the back of his head to keep him in place. But clearly he had no intention of stopping. His tongue continued to lap up my juices, somehow transforming me from just orgasming to feeling like I could again at any moment.

His lips moved to my clit and he sucked hard.

I moaned again. It was like it was his mission to make me come more times than eight men had.

His hand traced up my thigh, making my whole body tingle. He sucked on my clit again as his finger filled the void that his tongue had left.

"Fuck, you're still so tight."

Still? Oh God. But my guilt evaporated as his lips found my clit again. Another one of his fingers quickly joined in. He pumped his hand in a rhythm that matched his tongue encircling my clit.

All I could think about was the building pressure in my stomach.

He curved his fingers, hitting a spot that not even Python had found.

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