Page 13 of Hit Man

“You’ll come and afterward we’ll talk some more,” he tells me, before burying his face between my thighs.

My hips arch off the mattress as his tongue thrusts deep inside me.

“Oh. OH!”

Jesus, his tongue is warm, strong, and talented, as he relentlessly plunges it into my channel, stopping only to circle it around my slick walls.

My toes curl as his fingers find my clitoris. Scissoring the tiny hood between his grasp, stroking my love button until I’m wild and wet, thrusting my hips up, feeling his cheek rub against my inner thigh as his face presses closer, his golden tongue thrusting deeper.

I moan loudly, without restraint, feeling every wonderful second of his fingers working in unison with his tongue. I never imagined anything remotely as wild as this. Or him.

This man was born to pleasure a woman.

“Yes,” I pant.Yes. And we’re just getting started.

He pulls away, rolling to his side to retrieve a condom from the pants he’s tossed onto the floor. “You have a beautiful body and a sweet little pussy,” he says. “I’d love to feel you come hard against my mouth but right now I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

I’m far too turned on to be embarrassed by his dirty mouth. Ilikehis dirty mouth.

He tears the foil open with his teeth and rolls the rubber across his huge erection. “I think I’m going to enjoy this as much as you will.”

What? He . . . thinks? As if he didn’t already believe so? And as for predicting how I’ll respond to his lovemaking . . .

“When I’m done with you, you’ll forget how to frown.”

My eyes widen.Cocky, bold-as-brass man.

He kneels on the bed, stroking his erection while his gaze sweeps over me. His raw, hungry look sending shivers of excited anticipation up my spine.

He wants me.

And just like that, I forget what an arrogant prick he most assuredly is. Big regrets, remember? Go big or go home. Right now, nothing matters but what is about happen between us.

Sex.

Wild, passionate sex.

I want this arrogant prick inside me.

“Want me to feast on that nice wet pussy?”

Sweet lord have mercy.

“Or fuck you?”

“Fuck,” I manage to squeak out.

He grins, and I smile back.

With slow, measured moves, he climbs over me and between my thighs. His palms cup my bottom as he lifts me. And in one, long powerful thrust, he seats himself inside me.

I stiffen in shock. Holy love of God, he’s huge. I struggle to catch my breath as my channel stretches to accommodate him. Every nerve cell comes alive in a sweet mixture of discomfort and pain, desire and need. I force myself to relax my muscles. It’s not like he’ll break me. And with that thought, somewhere deep inside me, a switch turns on. And if he moves a few more inches and slides his thick erection home, I swear I’ll come.

He doesn’t move an inch. Almost like he’s as shocked as I am with how this feels. What I do feel moving is his heart drumming in fast cadence against my chest.

I open my mouth, eager to encourage him to continue, but he cuts me off with a curse.“Dios mío.”His head lowers, the warmth of his breath on my ear. “You a virgin?”

“No,” I exclaim, tensing up. I’ve had a few lovers. Textbook, missionary-position men. Planners, like me, both in and out of the bedroom. None of them with his dirty mouth, his talent, his size.