Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He held his breath. Inch by inch, her black and white polka-dot bikini panties were revealed. Shit, she made the casual underwear appear more erotic than anything he’d seen, and he’d been watching more than his fair share of porn during this dry spell.
Neither of them spoke as she kicked the shorts away and then hooked her thumbs in the band of her panties. Again, those hips swayed side to side as she worked the fabric over her ass and down her legs.
Lock bit off a groan as more of her was revealed to him.
When the panties hit her ankles, she kicked them away as well, then straightened. Face pink and chest heaving with each heavy breath, she stared at him.
“Come here.”
Her gaze drifted down his body to where his cock was trying it’d damnedest to escape its denim captivity. It twitched under her hungry stare.
Shit, maybe he should have just offered to fuck her. It might kill him to be all up in her pussy without any relief for himself. But he’d do it a million times over to hear those sounds she made when she came.
And this time, he’d get to taste her as well.
Damn, he was a lucky bastard.
She walked to him with slow, unsure steps until she stood at his feet.
“Spread your legs,” he rasped. “Keep coming.”
Brenna bit her lower lip and did as he asked.
“Shit,” he whispered as she moved up his body, standing over him. His balls were tight, already begging for release. When she reached his chest area, he had a prime view of her pussy, slick and ready for him. She had a small, neatly trimmed patch of dark hair, which he appreciated. Completely bare pussies weren’t his thing. Two more steps, and she was poised directly over his face.
He inhaled as he slid his hands around her smooth calves. “Fuck, I can smell you from here.”
“Lock…”
“Get on your fucking knees and give me a taste.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she blew out a breath. But when they reopened, determination gleamed down at him. Her thighs trembled as she lowered to her knees above his face. He followed the movement, trailing his palms up her thighs to her ass, where he filled his hands with the luscious flesh.
Up close, he could see how wet she was and smell how much she wanted him. It was decadent.
“Closer. Gimme a taste.” He encouraged her with a gentle tug.
“Oh my God. This is insane.” She widened her knees until her pussy was only inches from his mouth. Her gaze stayed fixed on him the entire time.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He gave her his most corrupt grin. “Look how much your pussy wants my tongue.”
She swallowed.
Before she could respond, he squeezed her ass in both hands and yanked.
Brenna yelped as she practically fell on his face. Her hands landed on the floor above his head, and she stared back at where she hovered a mere millimeter above his mouth.
He couldn’t hold back any longer. With his palms full of her sweet ass and her pussy in his face, he took a long, slow, teasing lick.
“Oh, Jesus.” Her mouth stayed open, and she panted. Already, her eyes looked dazed and drunk. The other night, he’d tasted her on his fingers, but there was nothing like drinking from the source.
So he licked her again. And again.
And that was it. Three licks, and he was addicted in a way no amount of rehabilitation would ever remedy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
THIS WAS HANDS down the craziest sex thing Brenna had ever done. If she were ever at a party playing one of those truth games in which someone asked where was the most outrageous place she’d gotten it on, the carpet in a partially built women’s shelter on outlaw MC property in broad daylight would be the answer every single time.
But, holy shit, was she loving every second of it. The way she was half-naked in the middle of an unfinished building while Lock was once again fully dressed. How her friends and clients or his brothers could walk in any second. How it was the middle of the damn day, and the sun shone brightly through the unadorned windows, revealing every expression she had and putting her on display more than ever before. And those were before she even got to the lethal tongue doing very naughty things between her legs.
The combination of lust, trepidation over being discovered, and vulnerability at being so exposed caused a riot of sensations in her that worked together to make her tremble and be more turned on than she’d thought possible.
“Christ, you taste like fucking heaven,” he mumbled against her before swirling his tongue through her wetness once again.
Brenna’s head dangled down as she held herself up with weakening arms. Her eyes wanted to close so she could block out the world and absorb nothing but the feel of his mouth, but her brain didn’t want to miss a second of the erotic show as he lay beneath her and ate her out like he’d never tasted anything better.