Page 47 of Knockout (Whiskey Dolls 2)

“I know what you need,” he rasped, his breath whispering against my face before he leaned in just close enough to capture my bottom lip between his teeth and give it a stinging nip, then soothing it with a stroke of his tongue.

I sucked in a startled breath and widened my eyes at the tiny explosions that went off throughout my whole body at that little bite of pain, at the rush of wet between my thighs. I felt like I was coming alive—no, that wasn’t quite right. I wascoming out of my skin!

As if to prove his point, Jude gathered my wetness and used those slick digits to massage my clit as he whispered in my ear in that velvety voice, “I knowexactlywhat you need. And I’m more than happy to give it to you. If you ask nicely, princess.”

I actually growled, jerking at my hands to get free, but it was pointless. “You’re such an asshole,” I bit out, but at the same time, my hips were rocking against his touch, desperate in their search for relief.

In retaliation for my name calling, Jude plunged two of those long fingers inside me, causing me to cry out and drop my head back as he began to fuck me skillfully with them.

“Yes,” I groaned, writhing against him. “Just like that. Don’t stop.” I was so close I could practically taste it as he drove in and out of me while massaging my throbbing clit with the heel of his palm at the same time. “Jude, let me touch you,” I pleaded.

“Not yet,” he gritted as his fingers slowed down and the release that had been building and building started to wane.

“What are you doing?” I yelped. “Don’t stop!”

“Told you what you need to do, baby. Show me how sweet you can be, and I’ll make you come. You have my word.”

“God, I hate you,” I snarled between clenched teeth, the muscle in my jaw ticking violently. I felt like I was going to pass out. He was keeping me right on the precipice of something fuckingincrediblewithout letting me fall over or step back. He petted and stroked me just enough to keep that fire burning, but not enough to make me combust. It felt like I could no longer get enough air in my lungs.

“I don’t think you do. In fact, I think youreallylike me.” He leaned closer as he curled his fingers inside me, touching a place that had never been touched by another man before and causing me to cry out. “And I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “I like you too. A fucking lot. Now ask me nicely, baby. Just say the words.”

I lost it right then, unable to hold back for another second. “Please?” I begged on a shout. “God, Jude,please! Please make me come.”

He pulled his head back, his smile downright triumphant. “See how easy that was?” He increased the pressure on my G-spot, thrusting his fingers at a nearly brutal pace. “Now let me hear you scream my name.”

And I did just that. Ripping apart at the seams, splintering into a million pieces, I came harder from having Jude fuck me with just his hand than I ever had before. My whole body shook with the power of the orgasm that tore through me just then, and had it not been for Jude holding me in place, my knees would have buckled and I would have spilled to the floor in a gooey puddle of lust and pleasure.

Holy shit, I thought once the quakes began to recede and my brain came back on line.Ho-ly. SHIT!

I swallowed to ease my throat, dry and raspy from shouting his name just as he commanded. My eyelids took longer to cooperate, fluttering uselessly for a second before finally peeling open. If the impact of my climax hadn’t been enough to render me momentarily mute, the look on Jude’s face as he stared down at me just then would have done it.

There was no longer a single speck of blue in his dark eyes. His pupils had blown, swallowing up all color and painting them solid black with lust. “Fucking spectacular,” he muttered in a low, husky voice that dripped with sex, “watching you come...Jesus.”

My own voice came out in a hoarse croak. “You’re really good at that,” I wheezed, stating the obvious.

I’d seen a million cocky smiles from Jude in the months I’d known him, but none of them were on par with the unabashed arrogance and pride in his smile just then. And I would have been remiss to say it wasn’t areallygood look on the stupid jerk.

“If you think that was good, just wait until I actually fuck you, princess.”

My inner walls spasmed around the fingers he still had inside me just then, and, having felt that squeeze, his features turned to granite as he moaned. “You want that, don’t you?”

My pussy clenched again, and that was all the answer he needed. Pulling his hand from my jeans, he stripped me completely naked right there in his living room before hoisting me over his shoulder and barreling down the hall toward his bedroom.

“I can walk!” I called out on a laugh as we breached the threshold into his room, but it was cut off by a grunt when he tossed me onto a big, soft mattress like a sack of potatoes. My body only had enough time to bounce once before Jude’s hand wrapped around my ankle and yanked me to the foot of the bed.

With wide eyes, I raised up on my elbows to look down just in time to see him stick the fingers he’d been using earlier into his mouth and suck my taste from them with a low, hungry groan. “Been dying to know what you tasted like since the first moment I laid eyes on you. That isn’t going to be enough, but if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. I’ll have you ride my face later.”Sweet Jesus! He heard my rattled inhale at his tantalizingly filthy words and smiled, reading me like an open book with big, bold letters you could see from a mile away. “That’s a particular fantasy of mine, and from the way your cheeks just caught fire, I’m guessing you like the sounds of it.”

Abso-freaking-lutely!

Reaching over his head, he executed that move that I’d only ever seen men pull off successfully: he grabbed hold of the back of his shirt, ripping it over his head with one quick tug. He tossed the tee to the side, revealing a broad, ripped chest and a flat stomach that was stacked liberally with muscle.

I’d never been much for chest hair, but the thin smattering that covered his bulging pecs was the absolute perfect amount, and I was dying to know what it felt like scraping against my breasts as he moved inside of me.

“Holy shit,” I breathed out at the sight of him. The man was built to walk around naked. Covering up that body with clothes was downright blasphemous. “Jude, hurry,” I pleaded, squeezing my thighs together in an effort to alleviate some of the pressure that was building in my core once again.

If I thought his upper body was impressive, it was nothing compared to what was beneath his pants, and when he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and worked them and his underwear down his large, tree-trunk thighs, every bit of air whooshed right out of my lungs.

His sac was pulled tight against his body, evidence of how aroused he was in the way the skin strained, but if that wasn’t enough proof, his impressive erection jutted forward, long and thick, the crown dripping precum that had me licking my lips, eager to discover howhetasted.

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