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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. The
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Table of Contents
  5. A Note to Readers
  6. The Wicked World
  7. Playlist
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Epilogue
  31. More Books By Melissa Foster
  32. Acknowledgments
  33. Meet Melissa

The sweet smile that earned stirred something deep inside him. He tried to shove that feeling away and regain control, but it lingered. Fuck. “Time to turn off your brain, and let me give your pussy the ride of a lifetime.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her ravenously as he ground against her. She moaned and rocked, her every sound making him ache to be inside her, but her mouth was so sweet and hot, he couldn’t get enough. He continued feasting on her, her arousal coating his balls, her moans pulling greedy sounds from his lungs. She was so wet and ready, but as much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to hear her desire for him even more. He shifted his weight, using his hand between her legs. She moaned, her hips rocking as he teased over her wetness, tangling his other hand in her hair, knowing just how to make her come. She’d gotten off when he’d pinned her hands to the mattress the other night, and after the way she’d swallowed like a champ, he had a feeling there was a lot more to sweet Madigan yet to be discovered.

Time to test her boundaries. He held her hair against the mattress as he lowered his mouth to her breast and teased along her center with his fingers, rubbing circles on her clit with his thumb.

“Oh God,” she panted out, her hips rising with every stroke.

He released her nipple, giving her a coy smile. “I liked Sir Broodiness, but God works.”

She laughed. “Shut up and get busy.”

He fucking loved her sense of humor, and getting busy was exactly what he did, sucking and teasing. Taunting her until she was drenched.

“More,” she pleaded. “I need your fingers in me.”

“No, you don’t.” He wanted her to come out of sheer desperation, and continued his ministrations as she moaned and writhed. “Come for me.”

“I can’t.” Her legs trembled, her voice a shaky thread.

“Come on, Blue Eyes.”

“I can’t come without something inside me.”

Challenge accepted. “You’re not getting anything in your sweet pussy until you come, but I’m happy to put something in you.” He moved swiftly up her body, kissing her hard, and turned around, straddling her head. “Suck me while I make you come. Then I’ll fuck you good.”

She grabbed his cock and sucked like she was born to do it, while he teased her pussy without entering her and sucked her clit. The urge to come was so strong it was painful, but he wanted to give her what she’d never had before and focused on making her come. He teased her lighter with his fingers, flicking her clit faster with his tongue, feeling her mounting orgasm in the tightening of her muscles, the stilling of her mouth around his cock. Hips writhing, nails clawing, she moaned, and the sound vibrated along his shaft. He used his teeth on her clit, and she cried out as her orgasm took hold. He withdrew from her mouth, feeling like a fucking king, and stayed with her, licking and sucking as she bucked and thrashed in the throes of pleasure.