Uncontrollable Temptations (Tempted #3)(29)

“Shut up. Just stop talking,” she pleaded.

“What should I do instead?” I probed, as my cock hardened, pushing against the zipper of my jeans. The thrill of having her talk dirty, coaxing her with my fingers, begging for the words with my eyes had me drunk with power.

She gasped.

I removed my fingers, holding the relief she needed hostage, torturing us both.

“Say it,” I ordered.

“Put your mouth on me,” she begged, arching against the door.

“Not until you tell me what part of you I should taste first,” I said adamantly, cupping my cock through denim as I dropped my eyes to that pussy calling my name. I leaned forward and tantalizingly rubbed the tip of my nose against her heated flesh.

“There,” she hissed, her hands dropping to my shoulders as her body arched and rubbed against my nose.

I blew softly against her swollen lips, the scent of her provoking me.

“Say it,” I repeated, my tone harsher, more desperate as I began to lose my fucking mind.

“Pussy,” she hissed.

“Louder,” I said, through clenched teeth, holding onto her thighs, stopping myself from sinking into my heaven.

“Pussy,” she shouted, slamming her head against the door as she cried out. “Please,” my prim and proper beauty begged.

I reached around her ass, squeezing her cheeks and slammed my mouth against her cunt. My tongue ravaged her like a starving animal, delving as deep as I could go, sucking up as much as I could. She threaded her fingers through my hair, pressing against the back of my head and pushing my mouth flush against her. Her pussy was wet, pulsing against my tongue, vibrating to a hymn only for me. She panted, cried, and purred my name. They were the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. They were music to my ears, a song to heal my soul.

I spread her lips, found my home, and pressed my tongue flush against her clit, filling her with two fingers. I groaned as her pussy tightened against my fingers, daring me to shove a third into her. Three fingers tucked tightly inside of her, my tongue lapping at a slow and steady pace waiting patiently to be coated in sunshine.

She thrust her cunt into my face rapidly until I felt her constrict around my fingers and then I tasted her. The sweetest fucking pussy I ever had against my mouth, and I milked her of all she had to offer. I was destined for a life of darkness but with the taste of something so sweet against my tongue, something so light, I wanted to crawl out of my black hole and take purchase in sunshine. Reina was fucking ruining me.

And fuck me if I didn’t slap her ass and demand more of her.

Ruin me, girl. Wreck me.

Just pick up what’s left of me when you’re done.

And give me more.

I could stay on my knees with her pussy in my face all day, every day, and forget the world.

Ruined.

Fucking ruined.

I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar pang of distance creeping inside of me pulling my mind away. I fought against it. Tried not to succumb to the devil dragging me away. I leaned back to take a minute to collect myself, fighting to focus. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at Reina slithering down the door, panting softly. She repositioned herself so she was on her knees and started to shed my jacket from me.

I swallowed, drunk on her, desperation consuming me as I reached for her face, brought her mouth to mine and kissed her hard. I struggled to stay with her, to get back to where we were, and at the same time I fought not to fall into her and be at her mercy.

I was ruined.

I reached for her shirt again, she stopped me pushing me with all her might until I was lying flat on my back and she was dragging my jeans down my thighs. My cock sprung free, hard as a rock, glistening with pre-come that beckoned for her. I swiped my thumb over the tip, squeezing it until all that threatened to leak was gone. She crawled up my body, grabbed ahold of my dick and brushed the tip of it against her soaked pussy.

I stared up at her face, watched as she cocked her head to the side and slowly raised her hips.

“Happy birthday, Bulldog,” she whispered, sinking down onto my cock.

I don’t know how I kept my eyes open, how they didn’t roll behind my head, but somehow they never left hers as she rode my dick like she was born to do it. I reached up, cupping her breasts, cautious of her limits, so I didn’t rip her shirt from her body. I squeezed them in my palms as she leaned forward, finding her rhythm, getting the right dose of friction.

“Reina,” I chanted, her name becoming my melody as she drew my orgasm from me. I pinched her nipples through the fabric, twisting them until she cried my name over and over again. She moved quicker, skin slapping against skin, matching me cry for cry until we both came hard and fierce. I gripped her hips, yanking her off my cock, a delayed reaction as my release shot out decorating us.

She collapsed on top of me, not giving a damn about the mess, blonde hair sprawled over my chest and I reached up to stroke it as I gathered what was left of my senses. I couldn’t move and didn’t give a fuck if I ever did.

“Your phone is ringing,” she mumbled against my chest.

“What?”

“Listen,” she said.

The low ring sounded, along with the vibration of it as it moved across the floor. I reached around for it, a half-hearted attempt since I wasn’t willing to move just yet and then it finally stopped.

Reina stirred, but I moved my hand to her ass, pressing her hard against me, not ready for her to leave me. I liked the feel of her. Probably a little too much. I exhaled roughly and thought about what the fuck I was doing. I needed to get a grip on this shit. I needed to set rules, some boundaries—mainly for myself because it was likely I’d fall madly out of control for her. I could already feel it brewing deep inside of me.