Page 76 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
It wasn’t children’s underwear, I got it at Victoria’s Secret, but I kept my mouth shut, took a deep breath, and pulled my underwear down, which he took and tossed in the trash.
Romance novelists were spot on when it came to alphas and underwear; they were as disposable to them as toilet paper. I wanted to complain that underwear was five dollars, not some two-cent tissue he could toss around but once again, kept my mouth shut.
“I want to taste you,” he said as he trapped me against his desk. “Since I saw you in the elevator, I wanted to know what that pussy tasted like.”
Okay, when I first met Phillip, I thought he was attractive, strong and confident, but I certainly hadn’t thought he’d have a dirty mouth.
Taste my pussy? Goodness, guys really said that? Apparently so.
This was a whole new experience for me, one plucked straight from the last chapter I read on my Kindle. I wish I could ask him to slow down, if I could record what he said, maybe take notes for my future books and to compare to other erotic novels because right now, this little scene playing out was spot on and straight up inspiring.
With one lift, he had me sitting on his desk, bare from the waist down, and legs spread.
“This won’t do,” he said as he took my legs and brought them up to my chest, exposing every last inch of my lower half. I instantly turned red from the thought of what my vagina looked like next to my bleached asshole. I was praying it wasn’t a whole ebony and ivory situation down there.
“Rosie, your pussy pleases me. I didn’t depict you as a waxer, but I couldn’t be happier.”
My pussy pleased him? Well, thank the heavens for his approval, I thought sarcastically.
In one swift bow, his head was between my legs and his fingers were parting my “sex”.
I was actually being touched in my most private parts by a man.
I’d feel more comfortable if he didn’t literally have my legs pinned against my chest and spread out as far as I could make them. If he wanted to conduct an exam, he would be able to do a bang-up job.
When I thought he was going to just sit there, with his head between my legs, not doing anything, he dipped his tongue against my clit, causing the most heinous sound to come out of my mouth.
It sounded like I gargled a vat of molasses while being struck in the ass by a rattlesnake.
Pleasure ripped through me just from one simple flick of his tongue.
A bolt of lightning straight to my center.
A wave of lust swirled in my stomach.
Holy.
Moly.
Now I knew why women’s bosoms heaved and their legs quivered, because with one flick, Phillip had me panting. Literally, I was panting, tongue hanging out, leg bouncing up and down, drool dripping from my mouth as he flicked the right spot.
Right there. Good GOD, right there.
A complete stranger was licking me, licking Virginia, who by the way was by no means protesting. No, she was rejoicing, clapping in appreciation, letting me know that my inappropriate and rash decisions were greatly appreciated.
His tongue dipped in and out then traveled to my clit where he teased it, blew on it, and licked it again.
The torment had my body lighting up, sweating profusely, and words likeshit balls,fucking fairy magic, andthank you, coming godswere at the tip of my tongue as this need—this burning need in the pit of my stomach—started building at an alarming rate. My toes felt like they were no longer attached to my body, rather floating to the side, wiggling at me. My knees shook as the center of my lady cactus started to hydrate, preparing for a monsoon.
My head fell back, and I thrust my hips into his face. I could feel pressure build, and with one flick of his tongue, my body relaxed.
And by relaxed, I meant maybe relaxed a little too much as, a loud, very ugly sound escaped me, but as my mouth was closed, I realized, the sound didn’t move past my lips.
Rather, it was from . . . my ass.
Phillip pulled away, seizing all pleasure, and scrunched his nose as he looked at me through my legs.
Playing back the last couple seconds, I thought about what just happened.
