Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (181 page)

I’ve never felt this way about a girl before. It really hammers me, hits me hard, a thump in the gut, and so I eat her out with every inch of my being, for all I’m worth.

I know how to make a girl come, but I’m not going to take her there yet. I’m going to build it slow, pull from her throat those hoarse groans and sharp cries. Her whole body writhes against me, and she’s pushing her hips forward, rubbing my hair, sucking in air every chance she has. She loving every second of it.

I pluck desperate moans and whimpers from her throat. I make her body go tight with longing and anticipation. Her hands can’t stop moving, can’t stop pulling at my hair then pushing me back onto her. She’s on her toes, raising herself, and her knees and thighs are trembling as I gorge myself on her nectar.

I keep my rhythm steady, work her clit with my tongue, pull her higher and higher before I sense that she’s getting too close. Every time I feel her body start to tighten that way, grow more rigid, more desperate, every time I pull her a little closer to that crest, I back her off, and she grins and hums and laughs and cusses.

“Shit, Pierce,” she says, voice scratchy. She grabs my face and angles it up to her. “Stop fucking teasing me, okay?”

I suck on a finger and ring her entrance with it, and her whole body shakes and shudders as I do just that – tease her. I dip the tip of my finger inside, rub her slowly, pull my tongue up her whole sex and ring her clit. I look up at her quickly, see that her eye are closed and that she’s lost in it all.

I rub her front wall, work her clit rhythmically, and I can feel her body getting hotter, feel her writhing against the tiled wall. She’s moaning more and louder, and her hands are gripping at my hair harder.

“Come in my mouth,” I tell her, pausing only to say the words before I dive right back into her sex. God, she’s got such a great pussy. She tastes so good. I greedily suck her juices off my fingers.

“Ooohh,” she whispers. She’s lolling her head back now, and I can feel her body tightening, and so I redouble my efforts, eat her like a hungry dog, eat her like it’s what I need to survive.

She moans louder, sucks in air sharper.

“Fuck,” she hisses. Her hips push forward, her legs tense up, she gets right to her toes. “No, no,” she mewls, and then her whole body jolts, and I drive her through her climax.

Her cry of pleasure bounces off the bathroom tiles, and I keep going, extend it, pull her through it. She’s clenching around my fingers, shaking and shuddering, eyes shut tight in ecstasy.

She’s holding her breath, scrunching up her face, coming hard in my mouth.

I taste her sweet pleasure, lap it up, want more of it, want to drink from her.

And then she’s coming down, and she shakes, too sensitive, grabs my hand and hums. I slip my fingers from her, suck on them, suck every last bit of her sexy fucking honey off them. I drag my tongue up her sex one last time, and she jolts against the wall.

“No,” she says.

I grin at her, lick her clit again, and again she jolts.

“Stop!”

Penny takes my hands, guides me to my feet, and then she drops down my legs, and grabs my dick, still panting. She looks at me out of lust-laced, heavy-lidded eyes.

“It’s my first time,” she whispers.

I touch her face, run my fingers through her hair, guide her onto my cock. Gingerly, she takes it into her mouth, begins to suck me off, run her tongue around my tip.

Leaning back, I groan, resist the temptation to start bucking my hips into her mouth. “Fuck, Pen, you look so sexy like this.”

She tilts her eyes up to me. She can barely get my cock in her mouth. I reach down, take her hand, guide it to jerk me off in time with her blowjob.

Penny catches on quick. In just seconds she’s found her rhythm, is edging me closer and closer, is making me feel amazing. She gets wilder, faster, notices that when she pushes her tongue against the back of my tip, it makes me tighten up.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan, leaning back. Penny runs her spare hand over my abdomen, fingers dipping into the ridges of my hard body. They leave trails of fire, wind me up.

But all of a sudden she pops me out of her mouth, and says urgently, “Where are your condoms? Bedroom?”