Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
My eyes widened, and I bit my lip at how good it felt to have his hot, wet mouth on me. I leaned back and braced myself on the table once more. Mal was slow and methodical in his ministrations, as if he were savoring me. And when I heard the sound of fabric tearing, drowning out the arousal-buzz filling my ears, I looked down the length of my body to watch as he tossed the remnants of my panties to the side.
“Let me take care of you. Yeah, that’s it. I’m going to take really good fucking care of you, baby.” Mal was an animal between my legs, licking and sucking, probing and teasing me until I heard myself murmuring his name over and over, until I felt like I was a broken record and nothing could fix me… nothing but the orgasm Mal was sure to give me.
He spread my pussy lips apart with his thumbs and sucked my clit in his mouth. I found myself grinding against his mouth, and he growled in response, in approval.
“Fuck, that’s it. Yeah, that’s so it, Delilah. God, baby... yeah, work yourself on my mouth, close those pretty eyes and think of all the things I’m going to do to you, all the things you want me to do to you. Fuck... yeah, baby. Jesus, you feel so. Fucking. Good.” I couldn’t breathe, not when his dirty words were spoken as if he couldn’t stop himself, as if eating me out drove him insane with lust. “I can imagine your tight little pussy fisting around my cock, squeezing me so damn tightly. You like that? Yeah, you like that. Look at how you’re moving against me.”
And then I felt my climax peak right before it claimed me.
I threw my head back and cried out in pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking on me, and that only made my orgasm seem to go on longer.
It felt like an eternity that the pleasure consumed me, and only when I sagged against the coffee table did Mal let go of my clit. But he wasn’t done yet, not if the feel of him licking a path down my slit and pushing his tongue into my still clenching pussy was anything to go by.
In and out, he probed my body with his tongue while he moved his thumb back to my clit and rubbed small, quick circles around the bundle of nerves. I could feel another orgasm approach, and it seemed so impossible, the energy wrung from me, my pussy still convulsing from the last climax. But regardless, my body tightened in response, in preparation.
“God, your flavor. You’re so sweet. I could live off the taste of you.”
I was shocked at what he said, but those few words sent pleasure through me like a freight train. The intensity of what was happening had my whole body shaking, and I closed my eyes as I let it wash through me. He gave me one last lingering kiss to my inner thigh before he stood, staring down at me, still fully dressed, but his erection monstrous and demanding attention.
He reached down, presumably to adjust himself, and when he touched his denim-clad erection, he squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “Oh God, Delilah.” His voice was guttural, hoarse.
“Mal,” I whispered.
He slowly opened his eyes, this hazy, almost drunk expression on his face.
“I need you.” I took a steadying breath. “I want you.”
He shook his head slowly, and I felt a wave of disappointment slam thorough me. Was he really going to deny me, deny us?
“Not here.” His words had my heart skipping a beat.
He wasn’t stopping this.
“Let’s go to my bedroom,” I murmured, ready to push this, to tempt him even more so he was mindless with desire. I knew he wanted me as much as I did him, but I also knew he was fiercely loyal, and this probably felt like we’d crossed so many lines with me being Aiden’s sister.
But I wanted Mal. I loved him. And I needed him now.
11
Delilah
“You sure?” he asked, and I felt my heart race in anticipation. He might feel guilty, as if he were somehow betraying my brother, but he wanted me more, and that desire far outweighed anything else in this moment.
Being with you needs to happen now, I practically heard him say.
“Yes,” I whispered, afraid to speak loud, as if someone would hear me… as if I even cared about that.
And then he made a low sound, grabbed my clothes, which were scattered on the floor, and took my hand. He led me out of the living room and headed upstairs. My heart was beating so hard I wondered if he heard. It’s all that sounded to me, this boom-boom, boom-boom that echoed in my ears, surrounding me.
My hands shook, sweat breaking out over my body, anticipation this drug moving through my veins. I didn’t even care that I was naked. In fact, it turned me on, knowing I was bare, Mal fully clothed and taking me to my room so we could go to the bed… so he could fuck me.