Page 52 of Defensive Desire

“You better believe it. You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmur against her skin. "You'll be fucking lucky if I ever stop."

Her hips buck up, brushing against my hard cock through the layers of our jeans, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles in my chest.

“Need to taste you,” I mutter, already working the button on her jeans. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip. “You have?”

“Fuck yes,” I growl, dragging the denim down her legs, exposing smooth, creamy skin inch by inch.

I toss them aside, not giving a damn where they land. Her panties are a soft, pale pink lace, and when my hungry eyes lock on the center, I see they're already damp.

I run my hands up her thighs, spreading them wider as I nudge her knees apart. Her breath hitches, and she squirms, her hands fisting the sheets.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee.

“You’re so damn perfect,” I growl, nipping my way up her thigh.

The scent of her arousal is making my head spin, and I bury my face between her legs, breathing her in through the soaked fabric.

When I drag my tongue over the wet spot on her panties, she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Oh… Logan—”

“Shh,” I murmur, gripping her thighs to hold her in place. “Gonna make you feel good, baby.”

I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs slow, savoring every inch of bare skin I reveal.

When I finally peel the fabric away, I have to bite back a groan.

Her pussy is a vision I'll never forget. Glistening, flushed a deep, needy pink, and drenched with delicious arousal. Her slick folds part under my thumbs, and I take my time spreading her open, savoring the way her swollen lips sparkle in the low light.

Her tight entrance flexes when the cool air brushes against her, a flutter that makes my cock throb. I drag my gaze over every inch of her pussy, committing every piece of it to memory.

Wet, soft, and so fucking inviting.

It's like she’s just begging to be tasted. I can’t hold back.

I lower my mouth, tongue flicking out to trace her slit, and the way she pulses under my touch makes me groan, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as I take my first long, greedy taste.

“Fuck,” I growl, the vibration of my chest making her moan.

I can’t resist leaning in again, dragging my tongue through her folds, dipping into her tight cunt, tasting her properly.

She lets out a strangled moan, her hands flying to my hair, tugging hard. I grip her thighs tighter, holding her open as I feast on her, lapping up every drop of slickness.

Her hips jerk up, and I press my tongue against her clit, swirling slowly, teasing until her thighs start to tremble.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” I mutter, sucking her clit between my lips.

Her breathy cries are driving me wild, but I don’t stop, not even when she’s panting my name, her back arching off the bed.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she nearly screams. Her legs clamp around my head, but I just grin against her pussy, thrusting my fingers while my tongue flicks over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

She’s so tight around my fingers, and I can feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around me. I focus on her clit, licking and sucking, speeding up as her moans get louder.

“Logan—oh God—YES!”

Her whole body tenses, and then she’s coming, soaking my mouth, her thighs trembling as I keep licking her through it. I don’t let up, pushing her higher, dragging her orgasm out until she’s gasping for breath.