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Chapter 26

As soon as our mouths touched, I was hauled onto Dane’s lap, my knees on either side of his hips. His hands went to the nape of my neck, and a second later, I felt a gentle weight against my chest and realized he’d fastened the turtle necklace onto me.

“Thank you.” When I murmured against his mouth, he took the opportunity to breach my lips with his hot tongue. And dear god!

Dane tasted of cinnamon and sweet icing as he took control of the kiss, his tongue making a thorough exploration of my mouth before twisting around mine. He lifted my arms to encircle his neck before banding one of his around my waist to hold me tight against his hard body. His other hand cupped the back of my head, tilting it slightly so he could deepen the kiss.

A groan escaped from me, and he answered it with one of his own as he continued to taste me with long, aggressive twirls of his tongue. My hips made an experimental rock over Dane’s lap, feeling the hardness growing in his sweatpants.

Well hello there, swift recovery time. I’d just made him come about an hour ago, and the man already had a burgeoning erection.

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” Dane growled, going back in to nibble on my bottom lip before soothing it with the tip of his tongue. “Do you have any idea how many times I had to hold myself back from kissing you, Eden?”

“I’ve thought about it too,” I admitted as he kissed down my chin and over my neck, finding a fleshy spot on the right side that had my sex seeking out his rigid cock again. Wetness flooded my panties as I grinded down onto him.

“Please tell me you’ve changed your mind, that you’ll let me feast on your sweet pussy. Right now.” His tongue swirled mesmerizing little circles up the side of my neck, and I canted my head to give him better access.

“Yes,” I panted, clutching his long, soft hair between my fingers.

Way to go, Eden. You held out for an entire hour. Way to be strong. I couldn’t help but smile at that snarky voice inside my head. Dane made it almost impossible to resist him, from the way he literally ate at my mouth to the way his dirty words dripped like honey from his perfect lips.

He wasted no time in stripping my sweatshirt off, his hands gripping my rib cage as his eyes scored my body with their heat. “My god, Eden. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”

I imagined what he saw when he looked at me… specifically my tiny boobs. Surely he’d been with more voluptuous women.

“I’m just… me,” I said lamely as his hands moved up and down my sides.

Dane’s lips quirked up on one side. “I know. That’s my favorite thing about you.” Then his hands went to my breasts, thumbs strumming over my nipples and drawing them into hard points. When he leaned forward to nuzzle one tip with his nose, he made a soft sound in the back of his throat. “You always smell like honey.”

“It’s my body wash,” I managed to say because fuck , his mouth was right there. My voice transformed into a tease. “Or maybe because I’m so sweet.”

His eyes lifted to mine, all mirth gone from his expression. “I have no fucking doubt you are, Wildcat.”

Sweet baby Jesus . If those words and the darkening of his irides wasn’t a sign that he wanted me, I wasn’t sure what was. Well, perhaps the extremely hard dick I was currently sitting on was another obvious indication.

When his lips closed around one of my nipples, my head fell back on a moan. “So good,” I called to the ceiling as he sucked, adding a scrape of teeth to the mix. My hips circled, dragging my clit across his rigid length with each rotation, and my spine tingled.

“Your tits are perfectly bite-sized, baby girl,” he mumbled around me.

“Is that code for small?” I mean, my boobs weren’t mosquito bites, but they were by no means large.

Dane released me with a pop, a naughty smile playing across his lips. “Haven’t you ever heard that the best things come in small packages? Like chocolate chips. They’re not big, but they make the most delicious cookies.”

I giggled and roped my fingers into his hair, guiding his mouth to my other breast. “Shut up and suck.”

He did as directed, taking my other nipple between his lips and giving it the same attention as the other. I felt him fumbling around behind me, but I was too distracted by all the sucking and hip grinding to care what he was doing. But I figured it out a minute later when he held my back with both hands and laid me on the floor. Dane had folded my sweatshirt to form a makeshift pillow for my head. The gesture was so sweet it made my heart swell.

He continued working over my breasts, low groans rumbling from his throat and vibrating through my sensitive flesh.

“Your nipples are so goddamn hard against my tongue, baby girl. I could eat them all day.” He lifted an eyebrow. “If I didn’t already have another meal in mind.”

Holy flipping hell!

“You just had breakfast,” I said cheekily and then let out a little yelp when his teeth scraped along a spot on my rib cage that skated the line between tickling and overwhelming pleasure.

He looked up at me and chuckled. “I’m a glutton for your pussy, baby. I’m going to coat my fucking face with your orgasm.” His grin was impossibly wicked. “I’ve heard a woman’s cum is an excellent beard conditioner.”

My entire body trembled at the filth coming out of this man. “You have a dirty mouth, Mr. Osbourne.”

“My mouth has many talents, Mrs. Osbourne. Dirty talking is only one of them.” Then he kissed his way down my body—sucking, nipping, licking—until he reached my stomach. He pressed a line of kisses above the waistband of my red lounge pants, his facial hair lightly scratching over the taut flesh before his eyes found mine. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I think I might murder you if you don’t.”

“Jesus, so fucking violent,” he complained, though I caught the amused irony in his tone. Hooking his fingers into the top of my pants, he dragged them down my legs, leaving me in only a pair of black microfiber bikini panties. “Damn, you’re sexy,” he said softly, kissing his way up the inside of one thigh.

Dane angled his head an inch until his nose was right in my crotch, moving up and down my slit. “So wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” He gave me a long lap of his tongue over my underwear, and my hips lifted off the floor, seeking what my body needed. “So goddamn greedy for my mouth on your cunt.”

“Please,” I whimpered, desperation making me beg.

“Such an impatient little wildcat,” he murmured, kissing down my other thigh and licking his way back up. Then he slid the tip of his tongue along the seam where my panties met my leg. “Fuck, I can’t wait another second to taste you.”

Thank god!

As soon as he tugged my panties down, the cool air hit my pussy but did nothing to extinguish the fire between my legs. Only one thing could do that. And I finally got it.

Spreading me with his thumbs, Dane took a long, slow lick up the center of me, and I cried out in relief. “Oh shit, that feels good!”

His smiling lips peeked through the dark beard when he lifted his head. “Just wait, Wildcat.” He flicked my clit with a pointed tongue. “I’m about to do things to you that will make you see Jesus and call me your god . ”

I tried to retort something smart, but my throat was clogged with lust. Dane pressed soft kisses all over my pussy. “Or you can just call me your husband.”

He really liked saying that.

“If my husband doesn’t put that tongue to good use, I’ll take care of it my damn self,” I warned, earning me a soft laugh from the man who was trying to torture me to death.

“I’ll always take care of my wife, ” he proclaimed a second before he buried his face in my pussy. Like, buried it there, as if he were trying to crawl inside me, face-first . His tongue was a wicked machine, working overtime as he licked through me, over and over before teasing my entrance.

“Don’t stop,” I rasped, watching his dark head move between my thighs. It was such an erotic sight, and his soft beard added the perfect amount of scratchiness against my tender flesh.

“Baby girl,” he managed to mumble while still licking me, “I could tongue-fuck this sweetness all day long. Feel what you do to me.” He straddled my lower leg, allowing me to feel his massive erection.

My fingers found his hair, sinking into the long, silky strands as he rolled his tongue into a circular tube and pressed it into me. Then he unfurled it and began fucking me with it… fast, relentless darts of that firm muscle, feeling like he was touching every inch of my inner walls.

“Yesss,” I hissed, clutching his hair and lifting my hips from the floor. I was already primed and ready to come after all the pussy grinding and nipple play. All it would take was…

Dane pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing with firm circles, and I exploded. Still piercing me with his tongue, he growled into me, the sound like a feral animal feasting on its kill.

I closed my eyes and imagined what he would look like on top of me, inside me, and the thought brought on another wave of pleasure. My fingers tightened in his hair, and I fucked his face like I owned the damn thing.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” I babbled, losing myself in the devastating sensations racking my body. Dane lapped at my sex as I floated back down out of the stratosphere of bliss.

He hummed, sounding content and satisfied, though I knew he wasn’t because his erection still laid hot and heavy against my leg. As my climax wound down, my clit became hypersensitive, and I closed my legs around his head because the man wasn’t showing any signs of stopping.

With his hands on my inner thighs, he pulled them open again, pinning them to the floor. “Not done with you yet, baby. Are you sensitive?”

Well, this obviously wasn’t his first rodeo. He seemed to have an intimate knowledge of how the female anatomy reacted to an orgasm.

“Yes,” I said, opening my eyes and realizing my head was almost beneath the Christmas tree. With a huge smile on my face, I stared up at the blue lights and white and silver ornaments, the decorations a dizzying backdrop to the kaleidoscope that was my vision.

Dane avoided my clit but didn’t remove his mouth from between my legs, instead biting and licking the outer lips of my pussy.

“That was fucking hot. You’re going to come on my face again,” he announced.

I looked down at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, am I?”

He lifted his head and fixed me with a challenging glare. “Yeah. You are.” His lips glistened with my arousal and seeing that caused the tiniest of throbs to begin deep inside me.

“Well, if you insist,” I said, my chest still heaving. “Can I catch my breath first?”

His laugh was low and taunting. “Oh, I don’t think so. I’m too hungry.”

Then he lowered his head, diving back in. Dane took his time this time, eating me slowly, edging me, using his fingers and his mouth until I was begging him for my release. Which he kindly provided with two fingers inside me and his lips wrapped around my clit.

“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” I panted, smoothing his mussed hair with my fingers.

Dane crawled up my body and kissed me deeply, smearing my wetness all over my lower face before pulling back with a slight frown. “Does it bother you with me on top of you? Make you feel trapped or anything?”

Though he was a hulking presence over me, it surprisingly didn’t affect me. Not in any negative way. “No, I’m all good.” I reached down to cup his cock through his pants, and it jerked in my palm. “Though it feels like you’re not.”

“I’m about to fucking come in my pants,” he admitted with a wry grin. “The taste of you has me ready to blow.”

“Do you want me to… touch you again?”

He glanced down between us where one of his hands was cupping my breast. “Would you let me fuck these sweet titties?”

I blushed to the roots of my hair. “You and your filthy mouth,” I said with a mock glare. “I’ve never done that before, but I’m open to trying new things.”

Five seconds later, he was totally naked and straddling my body, his big hand fisting that gorgeous cock with long, hard strokes. Releasing himself, he held out his hand beneath my chin. “Spit,” he ordered. My eyes widened, but I did as he asked. His voice was a soft croon. “Good girl.” I could have come again just from the visual of him and his words of praise.

Coating his dick with my saliva, he groaned as I ran my hands over his abs and chest, loving the soft sprinkling of dark hair beneath my fingertips.

“This isn’t going to take long,” Dane said with a barely restrained voice. “Hold your tits together for me.”

He laid his erection between my boobs, and I pressed them together around him. “Feel good?” I asked, and he nodded.

“So fucking good.” He tilted his head back as he began to move his hips, sliding his wet cock between the mounds. “Eden, baby,” he moaned in a gravelly voice.

He looked like a beast hovering over me with his long hair, dark beard, and enormous body. Every muscle was taut and on full display beneath his tanned skin.

Then he fell forward with one palm on the floor above my head, his other hand softly caressing my cheek. His hips picked up speed, riding me roughly as he grunted out nonsensical syllables.

Dane’s cock was hard and long, the head of it almost reaching my chin with every forward thrust. It looked so damn swollen and hot, and I dipped my chin down and stuck out my tongue, letting his tip press against it every time he pushed forward.

“Goddamn it. That’s so fucking sexy, Wildcat,” he barked, picking up his pace.

Ten strokes—and licks—later, Dane’s mouth dropped open, and he roared out his release, along with a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Spurts of his seed hit my neck, chest, and mouth as he slowed down, his dark gaze fixed on mine. I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting him for the first time. Salty and surprisingly appealing.

“That was amazing.” He leaned down and kissed me, not recoiling in the slightest at the taste of himself on my lips. “I think I’m completely addicted to you, wife.” He flopped onto his back and, with little effort, rolled me on top of him.

“Dane! I’ve got… stuff all over me.”

With his hand cradling the back of my head, he pulled me down for a kiss that made me want to do very naughty things to him. Well, more naughty things.

“I don’t give a damn,” he said once we broke apart, a satisfied grin on his handsome face. “If you haven’t noticed, Wildcat, I like things as dirty as possible.”

I laughed and leaned my forehead against his. “I think I do too.”