Page 15 of Eat Slay Love

Letting her feel my finger.

Letting her understand.

“My sweet Rae, how could any man ever tell you that you were not enough?”

She shivered.

“You are more than enough. You are everything .”

She whimpered, and her pussy tightened around my fingers.

I pushed another inch inside, loving the way she felt lush, decadent, and ripe in my hands.

“You should have been worshipped,” I growled, furious for her. Furious for every moment of doubt that waste of a man had made her feel. “You should have been touched like this every fucking day.”

Her breath came in uneven pants, her body bowing beneath my touch.

“Tell me.” I slipped my lips over her jaw and down her throat, “Did he ever touch you like this?”

“N-no.”

I slid my other fingers lower, teasing her entrance, feeling the way she clenched, her body already begging for something deeper.

“You’re so fucking wet. All this, for me?”

“Yes, Fabien. All for you.”

I pulled my finger out and then added another pushing them inside her pussy—slow and deep—savoring the way she stretched for me, how her body welcomed me.

She shuddered against my fingers. “Oh, fuck.”

I growled, thrusting my fingers in and out of her pussy, curling them just right a tiny bit, rubbing against that perfect spot that made her whimper like a woman being thoroughly ruined.

I loved watching her writhe and go crazy. “Did he ever take his time with your pussy like this?”

She arched into me. “No.”

Slowly, I removed my fingers, lifted them to my mouth, and then sucked her taste from my fingers as I locked eyes with her. “Then let me show you how you were supposed to be treated.”

Her breath was uneven as she quirked her brows.

We had traffic outside and more than enough time to get to my hotel, and even more. . .I could not let only my fingers have all the fun.

Enough with trying to be a gentleman.

Too eager for my own good, I moved, sliding off the seat and sinking down to my knees in front of her.

She muttered, “Oh shit.”

Oh shit is right. I’m going to eat that pussy right here.

I would be damned if I let New York’s pesky traffic delay the pleasure that I wanted to give her.

The city could wait, and the world could watch .

Also, I didn’t care at all if the driver heard her moans either.

If anything, I wanted him to.

Let the driver hear my sweet Rae lose control. Let him hear every desperate, breathless shuddering sound she made as I buried my mouth between her thighs.

Let him know that right now, in the back seat of his car, I was giving her a pleasure so raw, so visceral, so utterly consuming that it would ruin her for any man who came after me.

Not that I would ever fucking allow another man to have her now.

From the moment she walked into Alchemy, I knew I would make Rae mine. I’d just been waiting for whatever loser to walk in for me to replace.

Thank God none ever did or it would have been a tough Valentine’s night for him.

And her ex-husband?

That miserable fucking excuse of a man who had never known what to do with her?

I wished he could hear the sounds I was about to make her moan.

I wished he could sit right there, eyes forced open, and watch me worship her the way she deserved.

Let him see what it looked like when a woman was truly cherished.

Truly devoured.

Truly satisfied.

Because he had failed her .

He had let her slip through his fingers.

And now, I would make sure she never doubted herself again.

On my knees and in front of her, I traced my hands up the those thick, gorgeous curves of her thighs, spreading them wide, owning them, feeling the soft, luscious give of her flesh beneath my palms.

And she just stared down at me like I was insane.

Aww. She’s never had a French man before.

I smirked.

She’ll see.

I leaned forward and pressed a slow, sensual kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, inhaling her scent, letting the lustful anticipation build, loving how her hips shifted, how her body moved toward my mouth.

She was aching for it.

And I would take my time, breaking her down and rebuilding her, one orgasm at a time.

I spread those thighs wide open and her dress rose up further.

Fuck yes.

Leaning toward her until my mouth was so close to her pussy, I exhaled against her folds, sending my warm breath to tease that wet tender flesh.

She whimpered. “Oh.”

And then—I tasted her.

MMMM!!!

My cock spilled pre-cum from the taste alone, and she moaned so loud.

Her cry was music to my ears.

I sucked her clit into my mouth, groaning as her thighs trembled around my head and she gave in.

I licked her, slow and deep, claiming that pussy.

Her moan—fuck. It was sinful, a melody of pleasure that echoed in the small space of the car.

I groaned, pressing my tongue against her clit, feeling the way her body shuddered at the contact.

"Fabien—" she gasped, her hands flying to my hair, clutching, holding on.

I smirked against her pussy, flicking my tongue over that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her squirm.

God, you are truly sensitive. Delicious.

I let my tongue dip lower, tasting the slick heat of her folds, drinking her in.

Her scent—thick and intoxicating—filled the air, wrapping around me like the finest aphrodisiac.

I thought I had tasted heaven before—but I’d been wrong because this was it.

I let my breath drag over her slick, swollen folds, teasing her with the promise of what was to come. Her hips shifted, a helpless little roll toward my mouth, a plea without words.

I flicked my tongue out, dragging it slowly along her center, feeling the way she quivered.

And then I got more daring—I sucked on each perfect, glistening fold.

One. By. One.

My lips sealed around them, suckling gently, then harder, until she was gasping.

I took my time, worshipping her pussy with my mouth, pulling her into my lips, letting her feel the heat, the devotion, the hunger.

And when I sucked on those folds, the sound was deliciously obscene.

A wet, filthy noise that sent a violent tremor through her body.

“Oh—Fabien—fuck!” Her voice was high and uncontrolled.

She was dripping even more now.

Her slickness coated my lips, my chin, my fingers that gripped her thighs, keeping her open, keeping her at my mercy.

And I had no doubt that I was making her pussy messy.

Uninhibited.

Utterly wrecked.

And I wasn’t fucking done.

I moved my mouth to her clit, my fingers spreading her wider, exposing every inch of her to me.

I sucked hard.

Her body jerked violently. “Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God!”

Her thighs snapped close around my head.

My tongue lashed over her swollen clit.

Licking.

Sucking.

Flicking.

Torturing her.

Savoring too.

Long, slow, wet drags.

Her body convulsed just how I intended.

She was teetering on the edge.

Dangling over oblivion.

Sucking on her clit, I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, curling them just right, pressing against the spot that would end her.

“Oh!” Her back bowed off the seat, her mouth falling open, a silent scream hanging in the air.

“Cum for me.” I growled against her pussy.

And then. . .she shattered.

Her moan—long, broken, filthy—filled the air, bouncing off the glass of the car, echoing in the tight, charged space.

The driver surely heard.

In fact, there was no way he had not spilled pre-cum into his pants. Any normal man with a reasonable libido would have gone crazy to that.

Rae moaned even louder as I sucked that clit and finger-fucked her through that orgasm.

She was gone.

Falling.

Spiraling.

Crumbling beneath me.

And I loved every bit of it.

I guided her through the orgasm, my tongue working her through every single pulse, my fingers moving so fast they got sore, but I would not stop until she went limp.

Moments later, she did.

Panting, she stilled, completely destroyed in the best way possible.

My sweet American girl.

I licked my lips, tasting the proof of her surrender.

This is your future.

Then, with a satisfied smirk, I dragged my fingers through her wetness one last time, bringing them to my mouth, sucking them clean.

Perfection.

Her chest was still heaving, her lashes fluttering, her body completely undone.

I tenderly put her soaked panties back over her pussy and gently pulled the gown down.

Then, I got up and back into my seat.

A quick glance at the driver and I knew that he’d heard her.

Sweat dripped down the side of his face and his eyes were wide open like he was damn near close to exploding.

I could see it in the mirror, the way his hands flexed on the steering wheel and the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed very fucking hard.

Good.

Let him suffer.

Let him sit there—hard and frustrated—after the way I made her scream.

It’s too late for you, my friend. You should have tried to grab her for yourself.

Had I been her driver and she walked up to me in that sexy bright pink dress, hugging every lush curve. . .I would have never driven her to the restaurant like she wanted.

I would have taken her somewhere else, somewhere secluded and private where I could take my time exploring her body.

Silly American men.

But alas, he and others had missed their opportunity and now she was mine.

All mine. Whether she understands this fact or not.

Satisfied, I leaned back in the seat, adjusting my trousers to accommodate my pulsing hard cock who wanted to join the fun.

My fingers traced over my lips, still wet from her. "You taste divine."

She was still panting and at a loss of words. Her curly hair was wild around her face. Those cheeks were flushed from pleasure, and her beautiful eyes were still hazed with the aftermath of her orgasm.

Aww. She had no idea who she met.

I stifled my chuckle.

I wonder if she knows now.