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
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.
When she sank into the mattress, panting, he grabbed a condom, shifting to kneel between her legs as he sheathed himself. She lay with one arm across her forehead, trying to catch her breath, as he lowered himself over her. “Still with me, gorgeous?”
“Uh-huh.” She blinked up at him. “I didn’t know I could do that.”