Page 29 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

Before I could even process what Sophie was saying, she turned around, looking me in the eyes for the first time since dinner.

“Then take me,” she said, slipping the thin straps of her backless dress off her shoulders. The sequin gold fabric slid off her body, straight to the floor, pooling around her high heels. The sight of her bare chest brought every filthy thought to the front of my mind.

My gaze flicked to the window, and back at her practically naked body, with only a small strip of white lace between her legs. She stood on thin, white, strappy heels, making her legs look longer than they actually were.

Those will be staying on.

My chest pounded. If I took her in all the ways I wanted to, it meant there was a promise between us that I couldn’t break. A promise that I wouldn’t hurt her.

I didn’t want to hurt her.

She was the first girl I could ever say that about.

I cared enough about her that it actually crossed my mind. It wasn’t about my satisfaction; it was more than that.

“There’s one thing I need to do before anything else.” I inched closer to her.

“What’s that?” she said in a breathy whisper.

“I’ve been dying to get a taste of you, Princess.” Undoing one button at a time on my dress shirt, I opened it all the way, exposing my stomach to her. Her delicate fingers reached out, brushing against my chest, only to creep lower where I desired her touch the most.

“You said if I was a good boy, I’d get to taste this sweet pussy, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been a damn good boy.” Chills ran up my spine as I gave into her, feeling the heat of her hands splayed across my skin.

“Why don’t you show me just how good of a boy you can be. How do you want me? Standing? On the bed? Lowering my pussy onto your face? Tell me just how you envision me, Rebel.” She had a wicked smile on her face, and internally, I answered all the above .

“I want you right up against the glass, so everyone below us can see what’s mine.” Placing my hand gently around her throat, I walked her backward until her ass pressed against the cold window and my chest was pressed flat with hers.

I loved that she was willing to do anything with me. She gave off a shy girl persona in the pool earlier, but easily let it fly out the window the second my hands were on her. Telling her I wanted to eat her out against the open window, where anyone could see, my dirty girl didn’t even hesitate.

“Yours, huh?” She bit her lip, questioning me.

“Yeah, Soph. Mine ,” I growled. “I can’t imagine the thought of someone else touching you.

Not after I’ve felt you and marked you.” I looked down at the red mark on the top of her tit, itching to make it more noticeable than it already was.

“Not after I get a taste of your pussy that I already know was made for me,” I finished.

Her plump lips parted. “Do whatever you want to make me yours tonight, Myles.” My cock instantly strained behind my jeans.

She grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling my lips to hers. The sweet taste of her mouth and the dirty request, giving me permission to do whatever I wanted to her, already had me grunting against her.

My hands rested against the glass window, boxing her in.

I allowed her a few moments to explore my body before restraining her.

Her hands moved from my hair, down my pecs, and over every dip and line in my stomach.

She slid her fingers up my chest, tugging at the collar of my shirt.

With both of us desperate to take my clothes off, I pulled at the fabric, each sleeve sliding off my body one at a time, all while keeping my lips attached to hers.

I gripped her hips with both hands, pushing her back toward the window, as I grinded my cock against the lace of her panties.

“Oh my God, Myles. I can’t take it anymore.” She pushed our lips apart. “I need your mouth on me.” She dragged her fingers up my shoulders before pushing down on them.

“Don’t have to ask me twice, baby.” I started at her neck, kissing my way down to her tits.

Laying a gentle peck on the mark I made earlier, I sank a little lower, not missing an opportunity to play with her nipples.

My hands slid up from her hips, across her tight stomach, and up to my favorite part of her body.

Holding her perfect tits in my hands, I took turns pleasing each one.

I couldn’t take my attention away from her soft flesh. I plucked and pulled each nipple while my tongue trailed down her sun-kissed stomach, making my way to the waistband of the sexiest underwear I’d ever seen.

It isn’t time to tear them off yet.

I toyed with the fabric, pulling it between my teeth, looking up into Sophie’s doe eyes as she watched my every move.

“Myles,” she moaned.

“I’m taking my time with you, Princess.” Every inch of her body deserved to feel good.

“Take your pants off, I need to see you.” Sophie wasn’t one to back away from what she wanted. She always seemed to let me know what she craved, and fuck, was that hot.

Relieving the pressure from my knees, I stood up, undoing the button on my jeans, followed by the zipper.

Her gaze roamed over my entire lower body, the anticipation building in her eyes as I slowly kicked off each pant leg.

My cock was heavy in the palm of my hand.

I stroked it a couple times through my briefs to ease the pain of being hard behind my denim for what seemed like hours.

“Those, too.” She nodded to my underwear.

“Yes, ma’am.” I smirked, watching her lick her lips at the sight of my cock.

“Much better.” She curled her finger, motioning for me to come back to her.

“Now be a good boy and get back on your knees for me.” Her order had me leaking from the tip.

I’d answer any command she had for me.

“You like ordering me around, Princess?” I asked, lowering down to my knees, keeping my eyes on her at all times.

“Especially if it gets me what I want, then yes,” she answered with her ass flat against the glass window.

“No need to tell me, baby, you can ask, and I’d never say no to you.” One hand gripped her thigh, as the other played with the lace of her panties. Little whimpers started to escape from her mouth as I moved my finger over the fabric, feeling just how wet she was from the other side.

Feeling greedy, my patience running out, I slid the fabric aside, sitting front row to her cunt glistening back at me. Waiting for me to lick it clean.

Finally.

I’d seen her play with herself. I touched her in the pool. But now? I was right where I wanted to be.

I didn’t waste any time. I only allowed myself a few seconds to take in the sight of her pussy before I covered it with my mouth. Her hands gripped my hair firmly, guiding me exactly where she wanted me.

I laid my tongue flat, giving long, broad licks through the bottom of her slit, all the way up to her clit. With each flick of my tongue over her, she gripped my hair just a little tighter.

That’s the spot.

“You like that?” I asked, my voice vibrating against her center.

“ Yes . Oh my God, your tongue ring.” Her voice was strained.

I stayed on her clit, skimming my tongue back and forth before adding two fingers inside her. I was hungry to feel her again, and being outside the pool, this close and personal was a wildly different experience.

Not just for me, but for Sophie as well.

I curved my fingers up, locating that sweet spot that would make her scream. With my mouth still latched onto that bundle of nerves, the cold metal flicking back and forth, it would only be moments before she was calling out my name.

I wanted to hear her scream.

We weren’t in the pool anymore. We may have an audience of peeping Toms if we happened to be spotted through the window, but they couldn’t hear us.

“Fuck, Myles. It’s never felt this good,” she whined.

“Yeah, baby, I bet you love the way my tongue ring feels flicking across your clit.” My mouth left her for a brief moment as I watched the enjoyment sparkle on her face, filling her with my fingers.

“ Yes ,” she moaned.

“Does it turn you on knowing anyone could see you fucking my fingers right now?” My mouth returned to her pussy as she continued to grind on my face, using me to chase her orgasm.

“This is so fucking crazy. Fuck, you feel so good, Myles. I’ve never done anything like this before, and it’s making me so…hot,” she whimpered between sped-up breaths.

“You’re so damn sexy. Come on my face, Princess. Let them see you come undone,” I begged to taste her.

“I’m so close.” She was already dripping down my chin.

Lifting one leg over my shoulders—her heel digging into my back—I swiped my tongue from front to back, tasting every last drop of her. I continued to lap at her, flick after flick. For the second time today, her pussy squeezed my fingers, holding on to them for dear life, unwilling to let go.

“I can feel you, baby.”

“Oh. My. God. Myles,” she stammered, as her body shook through her orgasm.

“You look so fucking pretty when you come, Soph.” She was panting, her face flush as I licked her clean.

So fucking sweet.

So fucking mine .