Page 186 of The Perfect Wrong

The sweet contrast makes my pussy tingle.

With a sigh caught in my throat, I untuck the shirt underneath his jacket and drag it up with my fingers.

“How much does this shit cost? Six figures?” he asks, nodding at the neat shelves of bottles as he glances around. “Shame. All this fancy wine here, but everything I want to taste is already laid out in front of me.”

Without another word, he drops down, grabs my ass, and pulls me to his mouth.

My legs swing over his shoulders. Muscles I never knew I had clench the instant his hot tongue slides through my folds, picking up where his fingers left off, rising to my clit with sweeping licks.

“Oh. Oh, Chris!” I squeal, hoping the thick glass door sealing us off from the rest of the house contains the sound.

I’m forever in awe of how fast he unravels me.

My muscles limber up, then tighten as the pleasure mounts, bound and paralyzed by his tongue smacking my clit.

His green eyes stab through me the entire time.

Growling, he pulls me tighter, halfway off the counter. Holding me up, he makes me ride his face, a new wave of fire in every lash of his tongue.

By now, I should be used to his magic.

But every flick of his mouth still feels like a brand-new rush.

Exhilarating.

He licks me deeper, building to a crescendo, playing the tension in my body like a master conductor guiding a choir.

And this master makes every electric bit of mesing.

My hips writhe on his face as his growls deepen, vibrating through me, holding me down.

This is what I am in his hands.

His willing prisoner.

His shameless prize.

His, entirely.

That wave comes higher with every lick, crests, unleashes the flood of ecstasy in my depths, and swallows me whole.

Coming!

I come so hard I almost black out, digging my nails into his hair, urging him on until I wonder how he doesn’t need air.

God.

That just makes him lick more aggressively, his tongue brushing my clit while it’s captured between his teeth, carrying me through the brilliant, howling storm of my own body.

Holy hell.

I couldn’t say when it ends to save my life.

I just know that when my eyes open again, he’s naked and on top of me, flicking his cock impatiently against my wetness.

“Finally. I thought you’d checked out on me for the night, babe,” he says roughly.

He doesn’t hesitate to push in, filling me to the hilt.

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