Sinful Desire (Sinful Nights, #2)(75)

She squirmed underneath him and did as told, her wicked tongue swirling in circles around the tip. He groaned, a deep, primal sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his body, of his desire, of his unabashed lust for this woman. For his woman. His gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, willing woman who would do anything. He wanted to give her everything. More pleasure than she’d ever had. More intensity than they’d ever experienced. He wanted to take her to new heights, to explore every inch of her body, to introduce her to extraordinary bliss. Unmitigated ecstasy.

She deserved it.

Because, f*ck. Look at her. Look at those red, ripe lips waiting, eager, to take him in.

“More,” he said, low and husky, as he gave her his shaft. “I want to watch my dick disappear into your mouth.”

She sucked him in, wrapping those lips tight around his dick, and he moaned so loudly he was sure he just set a personal best.

If he kept those kind of records.

He groaned, and her eyes said give me more. “So f*cking hot.” He already felt his brain starting to lose contact with language. His thoughts were turning guttural and base. They were consisting solely of verbs and curses and swears as he fed her his cock all the way to his balls. And holy f*ck. She took it. She took him all the way like that. On her back. Mouth wide open. Her hands grasping the headboard. Her wicked, wild hips starting to arch up. His gaze drifted to her throat as he gave a deep, lingering thrust, watching her swallow him. He could see the outline of his dick in her throat.

One of the hottest sights ever in the whole damn universe.

He began to rock into her warm mouth to build up friction, taking it slow and steady, letting her handle this vulnerable pose. She handled it like a champ, her lips clamped tight around him, sucking hard and without mercy. His balls slapped against her chin as he picked up the pace. The more he thrust, the more she writhed under him. Oh God, he was going to implode. Pleasure crackled along his spine as his Sophie, his f*cking classy, sophisticated, genius of a woman, sucked his dick so hard he was not only seeing stars clouding the edge of his vision, but he was watching planets fall out of orbit, galaxies crashing into each other.

“I want to come like this in you,” he gritted out. “Just like this.”

Her eyes lit up, giving him permission to flood her throat. But then, she gagged. Her eyes watered, and she choked.

Instantly, he yanked his dick out of her mouth and cupped the back of her head. She coughed lightly. “I’m fine,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“Shhh. Don’t be sorry. I was too rough. It’s too much.”

“No. I wanted it like that. I wanted you like that. I just…let me do it again.”

He shook his head. “Beautiful, I’m not going to die if I don’t come in your mouth right now.”

Then, with a sly quickness, she sneaked a hand between his legs and cupped his balls. She fondled them then met his eyes. The look in hers said she wanted something naughty. Something dirty. Something she’d never wanted before. “Let me lick them,” she whispered. “Let me lick them as you jerk off on my face.”

A storm of lust took hold of him.

He scrubbed his palm across his forehead.

He was speechless.

Just speechless from the filth coming from her mouth. Pure, beautiful filth. His dick answered her, twitching against her neck.

“Yes,” he said, returning to the same position, straddling her neck, only this time he lowered his balls to her lips. Her tongue greeted them, flicking over, sweeping across, then she grazed her teeth. A current surged inside him, and burned red hot as she sucked his balls all the way into her beautiful mouth.

Lord have mercy. He had never wanted a woman so much. He’d never needed to come so desperately.

He wrapped his hand around his dick like a glove, jerking it as she swirled her tongue, caressing and sucking at the same damn time. She had him all the way in, and the sight was so f*cking hot, and his dick was so f*cking hard, and his body was such a lightning rod, that he knew he’d be reaching the edge soon. She loved it, too, judging from the way her hips rocked against the mattress. She had one hand on his thigh, and he turned around to look at her legs and found her other hand sliding between her wet folds.

“You can’t wait, can you?” he said, but he wasn’t mad. He was f*cking impressed with her sex drive, with her intensity, with her passion. Then both her hands were on his ass, and she was holding and squeezing his cheeks as he gripped his dick harder, his fist flying up and down as he f*cked his hand. The head of his dick hovered over her face, near her hair. Her tongue worked its magic on his balls, and soon he felt that first tremor of a climax start to bear down on him.

Then, he felt something else.

Her finger.

Her goddamn index finger was under his balls, rubbing that spot.

That spot that could make a man beg for it. Hell, he was ready to beg as she stroked him between his balls and his ass. His spine ignited, and the start of an epic orgasm began to roll through him. And then all of a sudden, his vision turned white and silver, and unholy pleasure flooded his body as her finger slipped inside him. All the way. Hitting a part of him that had never been touched. He was sure he was going to pass out from the sheer intensity of this orgasm that wracked his body. His climax roared through him as he came all over her face, her hair, and her pillow.

He trembled. He could barely stop trembling. He couldn’t stop groaning. The panting was ceaseless. His palm was pressed hard against the wall. His eyes were squeezed shut.