Page 154 of Rising Heat

I reach up and guide her chin back down toward me when she tries to look away.

“Eyes on me.”

She does.

“That’s my good fucking girl.”

I drag my tongue from her ass to her pussy, parting her with my tongue and tasting every bit of her.

“Mack…” she sighs, her hips rolling into my mouth.

The sound completely unhinges me.

Curling them the way I’ve already learned she likes, and she clamps down around my hand so hard it nearly knocks the breath out of me. Soft mewls spill from her as her fingers bury themselves in my hair, yanking me closer.

“Greedy little whore,” I grumble against her, feeling her tighten around me. “You like that, baby, don’t you? You like being my perfect little cum slut.”

I keep working her with my mouth and my hand, alternating between the two until I can’t tell who’s chasing the release harder.

“Ooh my god…yes…”

I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her wider for me before burying my face in her slick center.

I feel like a fucking animal.

I want to taste her. Bite her. Mark her up until anybody who looks at her knows exactly whose hands have been on her.

Her body. Her pussy. All of it.

I press down on her lower belly with the hand that’s not currently fucking her brains out, feeling her coiling around my fingers. I seal my mouth over her swollen clit and continue pumping into her until her legs start to shake.

“I’m gonna⁠—”

“Yeah, you fucking are.”

I pull my hand out from between her legs and grip her ass with both hands, eating her like I’m going to the electric chair and she’s my last meal. She clings to me like a lifeline, tugging my hair until she falls apart on my tongue, and I savor every last drop.

“Mack—”

Hearing her cry my name as she unravels does something dangerous to me.

I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. The way she came all over my face with nothing but my name falling from her lips made me wanna bend her over right here and fuck her til she’s pregnant with my seed.

I lift my head just enough to look at her—chest heaving, hair tussled, and an elated look across her face.

Beautiful.

“We’re not done yet.”

I stand, hauling her toward me and lifting her off the counter in one easy motion. A laugh escapes against my neck as her legs wrap around my waist, and I carry her through the French doors toward the bedroom without ever taking my mouth off her. I kiss my way down her neck, sucking marks into her skin before dragging my mouth lower. Her nipples pebble beneath my tongue, and I catch one between my teeth just hard enough to make her hiss and arch off the edge of the bed.

I could listen to her all day.

I hook my fingers beneath the lace bunched at her hips and peel the thong down her legs. She lifts one knee, then the other, helping me strip it away before I rise to my full height and make quick work of my own clothes.

My cock is painfully hard by the time I step out of my boxer briefs.

I let my eyes trail over her for a moment— flushed skin, hair spread across the sheets, those bright eyes locked on mine, wrecking me since the day she found me in her bathroom. The sight of it pulls something possessive and feral loose in my bloodstream before I can shut it down.