Page 27 of Tempting Kat (Lust & Luxury #2)

“Please,” she whimpers, a sound I've never heard from her before. “I was so close.”

I smirk against her pussy, loving the way she begs. “I know, baby. And you'll get there. I promise.”

I slide my fingers back inside her, curling them just right while I resume licking her clit with feather-light strokes. Not enough to get her there, but enough to drive her fucking crazy.

“You're such a fucking tease,” she pants, her body trembling above me.

“And you're fucking delicious,” I respond, before sucking her clit hard between my lips.

She cries out, her whole body jerking. I feel her walls fluttering around my fingers as she starts to come, but I don't let her ride it out. I ease back again, keeping her right on the edge.

“Conrad!” she snarls, yanking my hair so hard tears spring to my eyes. “Let me fucking come!”

I laugh against her pussy; the vibrations making her moan despite her anger. “Soon. I want you desperate for it.”

I return to my task with renewed focus, thrusting my fingers deeper while I lick and suck at her clit. This time when I feel her getting close, I don't stop. I drive her right over the edge, feeling her come hard against my face as she screams my name.

Before she can recover, I grip her ass with both hands and hold her firmly against my mouth, not letting up as I continue to devour her through her orgasm.

“Oh god, oh fuck, it's too much,” she gasps, trying to pull away, but I hold her tight.

“Take it,” I command against her flesh. “Take another one.”

Her thighs are shaking uncontrollably now as I work her toward a second orgasm. Her hands are braced on the headboard, her head hanging between her shoulders as she pants and moans.

“I can't, I can't,” she whimpers, even as her hips continue to rock against my face.

“You can,” I growl.

I wrap my arms around her thighs, locking her in place as she writhes against my mouth. Her pussy is dripping wet, coating my chin, my lips, my fucking tongue. I could drink her for days and never get enough.

“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her clit, flicking it mercilessly with my tongue. “I want to feel you come again. And again. And again.”

“I can't—oh fuck—I can't take it,” she gasps, her body trembling violently as I suck her clit between my lips.

But I know she can. I can feel how her body responds, how her hips keep grinding down even as she protests. She's made for this—for pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

I slide two fingers back inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her scream. Her walls clench around me, fluttering as another orgasm builds. She's so fucking responsive, so goddamn perfect.

“That's it,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Give me another one. Let me feel that tight pussy coming on my fingers.”

“Conrad—fuck—I'm gonna—” Her words dissolve into a high-pitched wail as she shatters again, her thighs clamping around my head so hard I can barely breathe.

I don't let up. I keep working her through it, my tongue relentless on her oversensitive clit, my fingers pumping steadily inside her. Her juices are running down my wrist now, soaking the sheets beneath us.

“No more,” she whimpers, trying to pull away. “I can't—it's too much?—”

I tighten my grip on her thighs. “One more,” I demand, my voice rough with my own need. “You can take one more for me.”

She's shaking her head, her whole body trembling, but I can feel how her pussy clenches around my fingers when I say that. She wants this—needs it—even as it overwhelms her.

I redouble my efforts, sucking her clit while curling my fingers inside her. Her back arches, a string of curses falling from her lips as I push her toward the edge again.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” she screams, her body convulsing as a third orgasm tears through her. This one's even more intense than the last, her pussy clamping down so hard on my fingers I can barely move them.

Her thighs give out completely, her full weight collapsing onto my face. I fucking love it—the feeling of her surrender, of her body giving in completely to the pleasure I'm giving her. I can barely breathe with her pussy pressed against my mouth, but I don't care. I want to drown in her.

I slide my hands up to grip her ass, kneading the soft flesh as I continue to lick and suck at her skin.

I drag her pussy down until it's right below my mouth and growl, “Your shirt was right. You're a fucking handful, but so is this perfect fucking ass,” I growl against her slick flesh, squeezing the globes of her ass hard enough to leave marks.

I pull her limp body upward, savoring the weight of her against me as she collapses on my chest. Her skin is slick with sweat, her breathing ragged as she shudders through the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. I drag my hands up her back, feeling each vertebra, each muscle trembling beneath my touch.

“Holy shit,” she pants against my neck, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I think you broke me.”

I chuckle, running my hands up and down her back. My cock is painfully hard between us, pressed against her stomach, but I don't make a move to do anything about it. I want to just savor this moment where Katarina DeLuca is completely wrecked and boneless on top of me.

She shifts against me, and her movement drags her stomach across my rock-hard cock. The friction pulls a low groan from my throat.

Katarina lifts her head, those green eyes still hazy with pleasure as she glances down between our bodies. “Are you gonna take care of that?” she asks, her voice slurred with exhaustion as she gestures vaguely at my erection.

I smirk, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, later. Take a fucking nap, brat.”

She huffs indignantly, but I can see how her eyelids are already drooping. A yawn escapes her, undermining any protest she might have made. “Bossy dick,” she mutters, but there's no heat in it.

I shift us both until we're lying properly on the bed, her body draped across mine like a blanket.

Her head nestles into the crook of my neck, her breath warm against my skin.

My cock is still throbbing between us, demanding attention, but I ignore it.

This—having her soft and pliant in my arms—is worth the discomfort.

Her breathing starts to even out, her body growing heavier against mine as sleep begins to claim her. Just as I think she's drifted off, she stirs slightly.

“Thank you,” she whispers, so faintly I almost miss it, “for showing me what a man is. I think I can kind of tolerate you, Mr. Gallo. As long as you never do that shit from earlier again.”

My chest tightens at her words; a possessiveness flows through me that makes me want to tattoo my name on her ass.

I'll be the only man to show her what a real man is. I'm not fucking letting her go. I'm going to fucking marry her and put a goddamn baby in her, tying her to me forever.

No matter what it takes, I’ll fucking do it.