Page 23 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)

Fuck, she is so sexy. Her little body drives me crazy and has since that day she tackled me to the ground.

“Take your clothes off, Sarina. All of them,” I command. “Then get on your knees.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She steps back from me and pulls her black T-shirt over her head then reaches behind herself to unsnap her lacy red bra. Her full breasts bounce as she releases them from their prison, the bra falling forgotten on the floor.

I cross my arms to keep myself from reaching out and taking those glorious tits in my hands. My jaw clenches, but I force myself to stay where I am, to watch her undress and follow my orders.

I’ll get my hands on her breasts soon enough.

Leggings and panties join her clothing on the floor, and she kneels in front of me, eyes gazing into mine with complete trust, hands resting on her thighs.

She’s almost exactly how I want her, almost perfect.

I stalk around her, pulling the rest of the red fabric I stole from her dress out of my pocket. I don’t know what compelled me to bring it with me when I left the packhouse, but I’m glad I did.

Squatting down, I tug her wrists behind her and lash them together with the strip of red fabric, twisting it, tightening it, and knotting it until I know she can’t break free.

Her back arches, which pushes those gorgeous tits of hers forward.

I can’t see them, but I can imagine them: round and luscious, and begging for me to play with them. I swallow a groan.

Strolling around her again, I stop to nudge her knees with my foot.

She parts her thighs as I back away, giving me the most splendid, unencumbered view of her naked body, kneeling before me, submitting to me and ready for me to do as I please.

Her quivering body, displayed for my viewing pleasure.

I scan all of her, taking my time to explore with my eyes only, letting her squirm under my gaze as I drink in the view.

“You’re a fucking wet dream come to life, Sarina.” I pull my shirt over my head. “You’re sexier than I could have ever imagined.”

As soon as my shirt hits the tent floor, her gaze flits to my bare chest then flies back to my face, apologizing without words as she realizes I haven’t given her any further orders.

“It’s all right,” I soothe, caressing her cheek. “You can look at me all you want, Baby Girl.”

As soon as I give her my permission, her eyes traverse my body again—lazily this time.

I take off my jeans and boxers and kick them aside, standing in front of her fully naked. My dick twitches, and Sarina licks her lips as she stares at my cock. She shifts her weight on her knees, and a fresh wave of her arousal hits me.

I grip my cock and stroke it slowly, perusing her body again.

“What now, Sir?” Sarina murmurs.

I step up to her again, my free hand tracing her plush mouth.

“First, you’re going to wrap these pretty lips around my dick and let me fuck your mouth until I come, and you’re going to swallow every drop.

Then you’re going to sit on my face and let me taste that sweet pussy, let me lick and tease you until I give you permission to come. ”

“Sebastian…” She whines, her chest rising and falling as she pants, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide with need.

I smile at her as I continue drawing her a picture of what will happen tonight.

“Finally, you’re going to sink that gorgeous pussy down onto my cock and ride me with your perfect fucking tits bouncing in my face.

You’re going to scream my name, and I’m going to paint your body with my cum.

I’m going to rub it into your skin so you smell like me for days.

Every single one of your nomad friends will know exactly what I did to you, exactly who was in here with you making you orgasm all night long. ”

She trembles with anticipation beneath me, lips parting and eyes begging me to give her everything I outlined.

I chuckle. “I thought you’d like the sound of that. You’re such a needy little rogue, aren’t you?”

I move forward until the head of my cock rubs against her soft lips.

I nearly collapse, the grip on my control faltering at the intensity of the feeling.

But I can do this. I can last longer. I have to.

I want to do everything I described to her and more.

I want enough memories to last me until I see her again.

Because I will see her again. I will make sure of that.

She opens her mouth and takes me in, inch by inch, until she has all of me in there. Her wide brown eyes peer up at me, and I finally let loose the groan I’ve been holding in.

Shoving my hands into her hair, I move my hips. She sucks me eagerly, never breaking eye contact, and I focus on the sensations rippling through me from where we’re connected, tugging her strands. With each pass, the unequivocal pleasure grows and heats my blood.

“Holy fucking Goddess, Sarina,” I gasp. “You’re perfect.”

I hold her in place as I thrust into her mouth, picking up the pace.

She squirms beneath me, seeking her own pleasure, but she keeps her knees apart for me, letting me glimpse her pulsing clit and her needy little pussy as I fuck her mouth.

I focus all my thoughts and energy on taking out my frustrations on her mouth.

My brow furrows as I reach a punishing pace with my hips, hands fisting her hair and yanking it.

Her chin lifts higher, exposing her throat.

I lock my eyes onto that spot, gums itching as my lycan notices it too, growling possessively in my mind at the sight.

Grunting, I roll my head, lift my eyes to the ceiling, and force that itching to cease, swallowing back the growl my lycan pushes out of me as I deny him his instincts.

It doesn’t matter what I think or feel. I can’t let myself lose control. I can’t let the assumptions I’ve made and denied to myself during our months together rule over my actions.

As I lower my gaze to hers again, she swirls her tongue around my cock’s tip. My balls tighten, and before I can build a barrier against my body’s natural reaction, I explode into her mouth.

Sarina moans at the taste, eyes closing as she swallows everything I give her. She cleans every inch of my cock before she releases me from her mouth.

I cup her cheeks, my thumb wiping a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth, offering it to her. She licks it fervently, that doe-eyed look back on her face, always ready to please me.

Kneeling in front of her, I let my hands touch her naked body for the first time. They go to her firm breasts first, cupping and fondling them .

“Oh!” she cries out as my thumbs brush over her pert nipples, making them harder.

Goddess, the noises she makes. And her tits. Her fucking gorgeous tits. So round, so full, so perfect. I explore and caress them, testing their weight in my hands and squeezing them, learning what types of touches she prefers more.

She arches her back, thrusting her breasts forward and into my hands more.

“I can’t wait to watch these bounce around while you bounce on my dick.” I give them another squeeze. “Your tits are so fucking perfect.”

I lie back, bringing her with me and lifting her so she kneels above my face.

My gaze travels up her body, dick already hardening again from the sexiest sight ever: my little rogue, with her knees on either side of my face, arms locked behind her back, thighs spread, and her naked, bare pussy inches above my mouth.

Her stomach is tight and flat, and her exquisitely round breasts thrust out in an erotic display, nipples topping them off like cherries on a sundae.

I continue staring at her, memorizing this view.

I hold her in place, preventing her from lowering herself to my mouth.

Sarina’s thighs shake from the effort of fighting me, but I’m not ready for that.

Not quite. I want to tease her a little more.

I want my little rogue to be begging me to taste her and fuck her.

As I rub one knuckle over her pussy lips, I groan at how wet she is. “I was wrong.” I kiss her inner thigh, grinning at the wetness from her soaking wet pussy coating it.

“About what?” Her hips buck as I continue teasing her with my knuckle.

“I said I thought this was the prettiest pussy, but there is no doubt in my mind now. This is definitely the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.

” I lift my face so my breath brushes over it.

My eyes roll back in my head as I smell her fragrant sweetness.

“Goddess, your scent is mouthwatering.” I dart my tongue out and lick a line from her entrance to her clit, my eyes closing in delight at her taste and the long, loud moan she releases.

“You taste even better than you smell.” I kiss the inside of her other thigh.

“So sweet. So delicious. I could eat your pussy for every meal, Sarina.” I dart my tongue out a second time, letting this lick last longer than the first.

Her answering moan is longer too, and her nipples grow tighter as goosebumps skitter across her upper body.

“Sebastian…” she whines, hips twitching as she fights my hold. “Se bastian, please!”

“That’s it, Baby Girl,” I coax, lowering her hips until she’s an inch away from my mouth and my lips brush her entrance. “Beg for it. Beg for it like the needy little rogue you are. Scream my name so everyone knows who is in here making you come.”

I release my grip, and she drops onto my waiting lips, hips already rolling and grinding as I suck her clit into my mouth.

She moves with wild abandon, like the free little thing she is.

Her tits behave exactly as I imagined they would, and I can’t wait until they bounce in my face.

I can’t wait to take one of those pretty nipples between my teeth and tug on it until she cries out from the mix of pain and pleasure.

“You’re doing so well, Sarina. Such a good fucking girl,” I praise between my kisses to her pussy. “Do you like being a good little rogue for me? Do you like it when I play with you?”