Chapters (33)
- Cover
- The
- Copyright Page
- Table of Contents
- A Note to Readers
- The Wicked World
- Playlist
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Epilogue
- More Books By Melissa Foster
- Acknowledgments
- Meet Melissa
She’d never tire of hearing that sleepy, gravelly voice. She turned in his arms, and he ran his hand down her back, palming her ass. “Morning, broody boy.”
She touched her finger to his lips, and he captured it between his teeth, hunger flaring in his eyes. “What time are you meeting the girls?” He kissed the edge of her mouth, sliding his fingers between her legs, making a low, sinful sound as they slid through her wetness.
“Ten,” came out breathy. “What time are you meeting my dad?”
He brushed his lips over hers, whispering, “Same,” and took her in a spine-tingling kiss. He drew back, holding her gaze as his fingers dipped into her center. She gasped, clinging to him as pleasure radiated through her core. His lips curved up greedily, and he rolled her onto her back, his gaze traveling slowly down the length of her. Her body sizzled beneath his heated gaze.
“Look at you, so beautiful.” He leaned down and slicked his tongue over her nipple.
“Tobias,” she pleaded.
He did it again and nipped at the swell of her breast. She inhaled sharply, a needy sound escaping. “Let’s make you come, baby girl.” He dragged his fingers along her slickness, slowing to massage her clit just long enough to make her ache and writhe, before those fingers slid lower and pushed into her pussy, expertly stroking that magical hidden spot. Her eyes closed, her hips bucking off the mattress as pleasure streaked through her.
“Eyes on me,” he rasped.
She forced her eyes open, and he repeated the same exquisite torture, teasing, dragging, massaging, and dipping inside her again, over and over until her heels dug into the mattress, and her back bowed off the bed. “I can’t take it. Please,” she begged.
His mouth captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss as his fingers pushed into her, and his thumb worked her clit, sending scintillating sensations racing through her. She tried to focus on just one—the feel of his fingers fucking her, just his thumb making her tremble, or his glorious tongue wreaking havoc with her mouth—to ground herself as the world spun around her, but as always happened with Tobias, she was too lost in them. She gasped for breath as those sensations engulfed her, sending her soaring into a crescendo of erotic pleasure, and just as she opened her mouth to cry out, he shifted, driving into her in one hard thrust.
“Ohgodyes!”
His mouth came down over hers roughly as he pounded into her, and she rocked and bucked, her nails digging into the flesh of his ass. He made a guttural noise, rolling them over so she was on top, riding him with reckless abandon. He clutched her hips, driving deep, and holding her there as he gyrated. Exquisite pressure mounted inside her, throbbing beneath her skin, her clit aching.
“Give me your mouth,” he demanded, and feverishly devoured her.