Page 30 of The Dare

I’m so done with that.

Michael uses me to slam the door shut, his whole body hard up against mine as he tries to undress me and himself at the same time somehow.

I want him kissing me, touching me. I really do.

But Mom… Suze.

Ah, who am I kidding? This is way better and I’ll deal with the fallout later.

I gasp Michael’s name, figuring I shouldprobablytell him just a little more about me before we go much further.

He only grunts and growls in reply.

I noticed the difference in him at dinner.

He wasn’t just eating with his mouth.

I think he ate more of me with his eyes than anything else. And now...

He really is going to eat me.

Oh dear lord.

I curse with another gasp as I feel his big hand sliding up my skirt, finding the wetness of my slick hole instantly.

With a loud thud, Michael drops to his knees, still almost as tall as I am. Pulling and then finally lifting my skirt, he wastes no time in putting his face right between my trembling thighs.

My hands grip onto his thick hair. The slightest hint of some gray at his temples underneath, I notice.

A real man. A mature man.

A man who knows how to use his hands and mouth.

Jesus!

In a second I’ve hooked a leg over one of his shoulders and he takes the weight of the other.

Holding me up with one hand supporting me as if I weigh nothing.

I buck harder against him and feeling his smooth but firm jaw against the softness of my body sees me gripping him harder.

Grinding my wet pussy into his mouth as his free hand yanks my panties to one side, making us both moan like wounded animals.

But this aching wound between my thighs isn’t a bad thing. And Michael’s definitely the cure.

He’s as greedy for my already twitching sex as I am for him to take all of me in his mouth, but when one of his thick fingers finds its way inside me, I know I’m lost.

The sensation is enough to make me hear myself swear again, louder this time.

Michael’s own satisfied moans and grunts of pleasure tell me he likes it when I swear.

Likes it when I’m vocal for him. Letting him know just how much he’s doing for me.

“You’ll come in my mouth,” he says firmly, only taking his lips off me long enough to get the gruff command out.

I open my mouth, trying to make words but only an increasing, whimpering rasp escapes me.

Trying to tell him…