Page 103 of Buckin' Around

Annoyance and impatience start to swell, and I squirm on the hard floor. I’m so tempted to grab his face and shove it into my pussy.

Fecking hell, it’s all my mind ca?—

His hot, strong tongue sweeps through my center.

My back arches from the floor, a cry tumbling from my throat.

Swirling around my clit, he hums with a raw, satisfied sound. It reverberates through my body, sending an impossible heat through my veins.

Oh shit . . .

My hands leave the floor above my head, fingers plowing into his messy dark blond strands.

I don’t care about punishment.

Not any more.

Hell, go on, Spencer. I’ll take anything you have.

I chance a glance down to find big blues tracking my moves. My lips part as my last lungful crashes out, and I loosen my hands from his hair. Pushing up on my elbows, it’s all I can do to watch him.

He licks, suckles.

Devours.

He shifts a little.

My gaze lifts to the ceiling as he suckles my clit.

Oh, oh. No . . .

Bliss coils in my center, and I tamp it back. Slamming my eyes closed, I try to find a useful parcel of air.

Rough hands grip my thighs, pushing my legs wider.

Legs shaking, I whimper as he sends his tongue through my center again.

Lifting his head, his gaze finds me. “Let go, Riles. Come on, baby.”

I . . .

My head is turning side to side on my shoulders. I have no control over a single inch of me now.

“I want to taste you. Stop keeping it from me.”

If I let go... If I find something as incredible as I think this is going to be...

“Riles, I will coax it out of you. One way or another. This is for you, promise.”

Something tight unfurls in my chest.

Is that even possible?

I nod. A mindless, slow movement.

“Good girl,” he rumbles.

His mouth closes around my clit as two fingers slide into my center.