Consolation Prize (Forbidden Men #9)(17)

“This is wrong, this is so wrong,” she chanted every few seconds between biting my lip and sucking my tongue deep into her mouth.

“That’s probably why it feels so good.” I popped a breast free from the top of her bustier and palmed it hard enough to make her moan and press into my fingers for more. Rolling the nipple under my thumb, I leaned down to draw the other breast into my mouth.

Holy shit, she tasted good.

She gasped and clutched my arm. “Oh God, it really does feel good. Don’t stop.”

I chuckled. “You like it wrong, don’t you, baby doll?”

Instead of answering, she found the front of my chest, smoothed her hands inside my tux jacket and jerked it roughly over my shoulders, then down my arms. Once she tugged that off me, she tried to unbutton my white dress shirt but grew impatient and finally just tugged it apart, popping buttons as she went.

Fuck, that was hot.

I straightened from her breast so she could run her lips over my chest. Her hot wet mouth opened over my flat brown nipple, and I gasped, not realizing I was quite that sensitive there. My cock throbbed so hard I’m surprised it didn’t poke a hole through my slacks to get to her.

I thrust between her legs with a mad, savage grinding that had her biting my nipple before looking up at me with pleading eyes.

“I want to come so bad, it aches. Oh my God, I’ve never felt like this before.”

She sounded almost scared of the sensation. With the instinctive need to ease her, I ran my hand over her cheek and kissed the tip of her nose. “I can help you with that.”

She nodded wordlessly, her big brown eyes trusting as she looked up at me. That was all the green light I needed. I reached down and backed my hips away so I could slip my fingers inside her soaked pristine pink, good-girl panties. But what I found inside was anything but good-girl. Slippery and bare, her naughty wet * made me groan. Hers was shaved to perfection, which drove me insane with want.

“Holy f*ck,” I groaned as my thumb found the slick little muscle of her clit and made it quiver under my touch.

She jumped as if electrocuted. Then she buried her face in my chest and branded my arm with her long-ass nails as she sobbed, “Right there, right there, oh God, right there.”

I stroked her without mercy, massaging a circle around the area until hitting it directly and then repeating. She bowed up tight against me, right on the edge of ecstasy. Then I thrust two fingers into her while my thumb continued to strum her, and she cried out her shock.

Grinding her * into my hand, she clutched my sleeve and buried her face against my heartbeat as her first spasm hit hard and fast.

It was inspiring to watch her come. She fought it the entire time, tensing up, hiding her face, gripping my arm. If I’d been able to see her face, I bet she would’ve been biting her lip too, gritting the moans back deep down into her throat.

But her body wanted what it wanted, and her legs tightened around my hips, keeping me close as she ground her * into my hand, riding every last pulse in her orgasm from my fingers.

Nearly a minute later, a small whimpered croak escaped, and her hand loosened its death grip on my arm. Limp and finished, she pulled her face away from my shirt.

Overwhelmed by what had just happened and feeling as if I’d experienced exactly what she had, I slid my fingers free from inside her and gently extracted them from her panties.

She looked up at me, her liquid brown eyes speaking volumes with a dazed satisfaction and maybe a little underlying worry beneath that. “Holy shit.”

I smiled. “I know, right.” Then I popped my wet digits into my mouth to taste her juices.

Her eyes flared with heat. “Are you going to f*ck me now?”

I drew my fingers from between my lips, licking off the last remaining flavor of her tangy essence before nodding. “Oh yeah.”

She nodded too, quite solemnly. “Good.”

I went in for a kiss and she met me without hesitation. Our tongues thrust urgently, a nearly identical imitation of what my fingers had just done to her *.

Julianna gripped my hair and threaded her fingers through it repeatedly. I swear, the slight occasional tug she gave my locks could be felt all the way from the roots of my hair straight down to the base of my cock.

“I love this hair,” she mumbled. “It’s so f*cking soft yet thick. It’s beautiful. I want to grip it with both hands when you first thrust deep, deep inside me.”

“I can help you with that,” I rasped and went back to humping her through our clothes.

She wound her legs back around my waist, thrilling me with the sharp poke of her heels in the top of my ass. Burying my face into the crook of her neck while she molested my hair, I closed my eyes and breathed in her heady scent.

“Seriously,” she slurred, barely able to twine the length of my hair around her finger. “Do you get blond highlights?”

“Hmm?” My lashes fluttered open as I lifted my face.

Why the f*ck were we still talking about hair?

Julianna examined my hair, almost obsessively. “I swear you have streaks of blond in here.”

I shrugged, amused by her total concentration but also a little irritated. My hair wasn’t exactly the most crucial thing needing her attention at the moment. “It’s possible, I guess. I was a towhead before I hit puberty.”

Her eyebrows rose. “Really? So all this gorgeous lovely shit is natural?”