Page 40 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess
“I’m enjoying this.”
“You can enjoy it faster.”
He smiled and hooked his fingers into my underwear.
I lifted my hips.
The lace slid down my legs.
Cool air touched my wet pussy.
Jonah went still.
My thighs opened wider.
“Don’t become quiet now,” I said.
“I’m trying to decide where to start.”
“You seemed decisive earlier.”
His hands moved beneath my thighs.
“I am.”
He lowered his mouth to me.
The first stroke of his tongue over my clit pulled a cry from my throat.
I grabbed the sheet.
Jonah licked me again, slower this time, then opened me with his fingers.
His tongue circled my clit while one finger slid inside my pussy.
My hips lifted.
He held me down with one forearm across my lower abdomen, firm without trapping me.
“Yes,” I said. “Keep doing that.”
He added a second finger.
The stretch made me moan.
His mouth moved with steady pressure while his fingers curled inside me.
My clit throbbed beneath his tongue.
I reached down and pushed my fingers into his dark hair. He answered with a deeper stroke of his tongue.
“Jonah.”
He didn’t stop.
My thighs tightened around his shoulders.
My orgasm hit hard enough to bow my back from the mattress.
