Page 25 of Daring Wicked Love (Wicked Dade #2)

The fact that I had to live twenty-seven years of my life before I was kissed the way Frederic was kissing me was a crime against humanity.

His warm breath caressed the seam of my lips, beckoning me to let him claim me. I didn’t think twice as I opened up for him, my tongue welcoming his as I savored the hearty taste of him.

Mint with a hint of his strawberry milkshake.

No one should taste that freaking good.

My whole body was alight, begging for him to rid me of my dress and touch every part of me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I needed to feel every inch of him.

His lips were torturous and slow on mine. His hands reached up and tugged my hair free from its ponytail, allowing him to bury his fingers between the locks.

My spine tingled as his tongue explored as much as he could, dancing along mine and ripping a moan straight from the base of my throat.

Squeezing my thighs together, I tried to soothe the dull ache weighing heavily and demanding attention between my legs.

Running my hands up his biceps, his strained muscles jumped to attention. His shoulders were drawn tight, his whole body stiffer than a surfboard.

And that wasn’t including his thick bulging cock.

His touch, his lips, everything about him was too gentle.

He was physically holding back.

Without warning, I nipped his bottom lip between my teeth and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “Quit holding back on me, Frederic. Give me every part of you, everything you can offer me.”

He groaned into my mouth, fingers wrapping themselves tightly in my hair. “You’re going to be the death of me.” His forehead found mine. “It’s been a while, Pixie. I am just trying to make every moment with you last as long as I can.”

Dropping a single hand down his chest, slowly along his stomach, I refused to stop until I felt the heat of his cock straining into my palm.

My touch was feather light, yet he sucked air sharply through his clenched teeth. “Fuck, Orla.”

Hearing my name on his tongue like that gave me a rush that no alcohol or drug ever could.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” I taunted, my palm pressing onto his throbbing cock. “Are you worried I’ll make you come in your pants?”

A vein throbbed in his neck.

I ran the tip of my tongue across his bottom lip. “That would be an awful shame now, wouldn’t it? We wouldn’t want you making a big mess like that, would we, Daddy? ”

Yahtzee!

That one word was enough to unlock the beast lurking beneath his skin.

“You’re such a brat ,” he hissed before slamming his lips back onto mine. “Such a beautiful fucking brat, my Pixie.”

One second, I was standing, and the next, my feet were off the ground and I was being carried to the kitchen island. Frederic’s lips roamed down to my neck, his teeth scraping along the sensitive parts that made me whimper without warrant.

Every nerve was firing warning signals to my failing brain. The sensations were too much and not enough at the same time. When his tongue rolled across my collarbone, I sank my hand into his hair and pulled his head back.

I kissed the lazy smirk straight off his beautiful face.

My ass cheeks connected firmly with the counter of the kitchen island as Frederic nudged my knees apart and slotted himself firmly between my thighs.

The straps of my dress fell from my shoulders, my breasts attempting to break free and demanding to be touched. Frederic was quick to help them along their way, pulling the material down and revealing my hard, desperate for attention nipples.

My breasts were never my proudest asset, with them being a B-cup on a good day. But the way he stared at them with raw starvation in his eyes, I was damn proud of them at that moment.

Using his fingers, he pinched one of my nipples until I arched my back toward him. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

I inhaled sharply. “I’m sure you’re about to tell me.”

A low rumble gathered in his throat. “That mouth of yours — I can’t wait to fuck your bratty words right out of it.”

Biting down on my bottom lip, my mind spun out of control imagining how good his cock would feel stealing every bit of room in my mouth. Grinding my hips forward, I searched for some friction to ease the ache consuming my core and drenching my underwear.

Frederic’s other hand gripped the soft flesh of my inner thigh, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake, but I didn’t care.

I wanted him to mark me.

Because without the evidence, I feared this was just one hell of a good dream that I didn’t want to wake up from.

Fingertips brushed along the front of my cotton thong, right down along the center until he found the undeniable wet patch soaking straight through.

Pushing the material to the side, he ran a single finger teasingly along my slit. Heavy, near-whimpering breaths and the sound of my desire soaking his finger would have normally caused me to cringe.

But with Frederic, he had the unnatural ability of making me feel like a goddess.

Blue eyes remained locked on mine as he slipped between my wetness and stroked my budding sensitive clit.

Holy sweet suffering hell.

This was it . I was dead and had gone straight to the pearly gates of heaven.

My breath flamed within my lungs, my breathy moans coming faster as he circled my swollen clit and sparked each and every nerve into life. If he kept going, I was going to come quicker than ever before.

Fuck my vibrator, give me Frederic any day of the week.

I attempted to grind down on his finger, wanting to feel him inside me, but he pinched my nipple harder, halting my efforts.

“Now, now,” Frederic tsked, withdrawing his fingers from my pussy and nipple. “Look at you, you’re so desperate for me, aren’t you, Pixie?”

“Fuck you.”

He awarded me with one of his rare carefree and lust-fueled smiles that knocked the remaining air straight out of me.

Bastard. Handsome, fuckable bastard.

I tipped my head back and groaned as he slowly dragged my underwear down my thighs, his knuckles scraping along my hot flesh until they were completely off.

“Back to that wicked mouth of yours,” he said, playing with the cotton material. “As breathtaking as you are, I bet you’d look even more heartbreaking with something filling that bratty mouth.”

Was it possible for your own heart to explode from your chest? Like, medically speaking? Because I was about point five seconds away from seeing my own beating organ.

“Open,” he commanded. “And stick out your tongue.”

Normally, I’d fight back, make him work for it, but it turned out that with every filthy word coming out of Frederic’s mouth, my mind was dissolving into a useless puddle of goo.

I opened my mouth and laid my tongue out flat.

“ Brave fille. Now, I want you to lick every drop of cunt off these.” Soft, wet cotton brushed my tongue. “Lick them clean for me, Orla.”

A strangled moan caught in my throat, a new surge of wetness soaking between my legs as I did exactly what he said.

My tongue lapped up the soft musky taste of myself while Frederic’s mouth busied itself sucking my nipple firmly between his teeth.

The flick of his tongue on my rock-hard nipple, wetness dripping down my thighs, the taste of my own pussy — it was a sensory overload I feared I might combust from.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, Frederic bunched my underwear into a ball and gently pushed the whole thing into my mouth.

Tears sprang to the corners of my eyes as I adjusted to the material claiming my whole mouth. Air lodged thickly in my throat, my body fighting against the foreign object.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. “Pinch my arm and we will stop right here and now.”

I shook my head, saliva gathering in the corners of my mouth.

It was the truth; I didn’t want to stop. Not a chance in hell.

This was the closest I’d get to flying to the fucking sun, and I wanted to enjoy every second of it.

“Breathe through your nose,” Frederic said softly, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. “Just like that. That’s my girl.”

My girl.

How could two simple little words feel so right?

He made quick work of undoing his belt and freeing himself. The second his thick veiny cock broke free from their material prison, I physically groaned around my gag.

Frederic was fucking perfect.

Brokenly and heartbreakingly perfect.

Not wanting to wait another second, I hooked my leg around his waist and pulled him into me.

He didn’t resist, letting the tip of his cock push between my soaking wet pussy lips.

The thickness of his head rubbed along my clit.

He bundled the skirt of my dress up higher, letting the two of us watch as his cock slipped up and down until it was covered in my wetness from tip to base.

“You have no idea how good you feel,” he moaned. “Are you on birth control?”

I nodded and gurgled a non-verbal response back.

“ Bon , because I want to fuck you raw. I want to feel your pretty pussy clench around my cock when I fill you with every last drop of me.”

My head rolled back, trying to savor the feeling of him, burning it to memory. Hands gripped my hips, cementing me in place as his cock found exactly where it belonged.

Right inside of me.

I was mistaken; this was when I died and went to heaven — the feeling of him burying deeper inside me was better than anything I ever imagined. It felt so fucking right, that I knew without a shadow of doubt that anyone else would feel totally and unmistakably wrong .

When he was fully seated, right down to the sweet blissful hilt, Frederic too tipped his head back and let out a curse in French.

My cry of pleasure was muffled out. “ Ohmfucgod .”

Giving me a second to adjust to him, Frederic started to slip his way fully out of me before slamming back in with a force that, if he hadn’t been holding me, would have sent me off the counter.

Pleasure ripped through me like a violent strike of white-hot lightning.

“You feel better than I dreamed, like you were made just for me,” Frederic moaned. “Play with that pretty clit of yours while I fuck you. I want to watch you make yourself come while you’re stuffed full of my cock.”

Yes sir!

Greedily my hand found my clit and I didn’t wait for any more instructions as I started to rub two fingers across my sensitive bud.

Stars crept across my vision as sweat coated my forehead and trickled down the back of my neck.

Daring a glimpse at the man filling me to the point of no return, his hooded gaze was locked on my working fingers.

Fucking hell, I was high on him.

Drunk on the sheer feeling of him inside me.

And I didn’t ever want to be sober again.

His jaw twitched, his heavy gaze finding mine once more as he pinched my hips tighter. “Are you going to come for me, Pixie? Are you going to be my good girl and come all over my cock?”

His filthy words pushed me straight over the edge.

I came completely undone around him, my sight going black for just a few moments. My whole body trembled, my legs physically shaking as Frederic refused to relent.

Here lies Orla, death by the best fucking orgasm of her life.

He didn’t stop, not until the very last drop of my orgasm ran dry.

Only then did Frederic allow himself to join me. His mouth popped open, his brows knitting together. “ Mon Dieu, Orla.”

Watching him unravel right in front of me, his head tipping back and showing me his strong neck while he spilled himself within me had me teetering back over the edge alongside him.

I wanted… No, I needed to feel him dripping out of my pussy, covering my thighs and claiming me as his. Pushing my own hips down to meet him fully, I took every last drop he had to offer.

He didn’t say anything as he helped me take the underwear out of my mouth and toss it to the side. He simply brushed the hair sticking to my sweaty forehead back behind my ears.

“Frederic…”

He silenced me with a kiss. Soft and gentle. Stealing both my words and breath.

Gathering me into his arms, I didn’t resist as he carried me from the kitchen to his bedroom and placed me into his bed.

When he got into the bed beside me, I curled up beside him and intertwined our legs together.

I knew that as soon as the sun rose and the realization of what we had done truly hit, there was no going back.

And honestly? I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back to the way things were before.

So lying there listening to his thudding heartbeat beneath my ear, I opted to pretend that the sun was never going to come back up.