Page 128 of Filthy Beautiful
The pressure got tighter and tighter… and I knew I was gonna come. On his tongue. I cried his name and begged and couldn’t even understand what I was saying. I couldn’t think anymore.
He lashed his tongue over my clit, again and again… and everything burst apart.
“Do it…” he growled as I came. “Come in my mouth.” My hips jumped and my body shook as I screamed. He scooped his hands under my thighs, squeezing them around his head as he buried his face in my pussy. He groaned, smothering himself in me as I cried out, again and again, and my body pulsed. My core spasmed… I felt sensations, twinges of pleasure… deep, pulsing tremors I didn’t even know I could feel, way down inside.
Everywhere.
Then his tongue was on my clit again, lapping. His lips closed over me and sucked, and warmth crashed through me again. It rippled through me in waves, softer and softer, as the spasms faded in intensity.
Then it suddenly got too intense, too raw, toomuch, and I tightened my fingers in his hair.
“Please…” I begged, and he finally released my thighs.
My legs fell open as I went limp, gasping for air. He grabbed my hips and pulled, sliding me back up onto the bed before I passed out or something.
I lay there, panting and sweaty, tingling… the blood slowly dispersing through my body. My head was throbbing, my whole body was a quivering mess… and I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open.
Holy. Hell.
Xander stood up, slowly. He was breathing hard and heavy as he stared at me.
“Holy shit,” I panted. “Oh my God.”
He dragged a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. His eyes were wide and dark. He look stunned. Like… maybe he couldn’t believe he’d just done that? Or that I’d just done that?
Or that I fell apart like that?
“Um, what should we do…?” I reached for him, wanting more. More of him. I was naked, and I wanted his clothes off, too.
But he backed away a bit, where I had no hope of reaching him. I could barely sit up. “You should get some sleep,” he said. He voice was all low and sexy-rough. But I tried to focus on what he’d said.
I gaped at him, confused. Disoriented.
Stunned.
“You still won’t fuck me?”
He ran his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, in the world’s sexiest move, ever—like he was tasting me—and said, “You don’t want that.”
“But—”
I didn’t get more than one word out before he disappeared out the door, closing it behind himself.
And not like I could run after him.
My limbs felt like soggy spaghetti. I was naked, and I wasdrippingwith my arousal, with his saliva. I couldn’t think, and I definitely couldn’t walk.
I fell back on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
Then a strange, twisted smile spread across my face.
Xander just made me come.
I had my first orgasm with a man—right on his gorgeous face.
But then he walked out right afterward.
My smile faded.
