Page 67 of Wicked Truths
“Are you always this hard?” I ask, while shamelessly ogling his erection.
He grins. “Only for you, Chessie. Especially when you are lying naked in front of me.”
Rhett fists his cock as I lay back on the mattress and watch him push his shorts the rest of the way to the floor.
He strokes his length languidly while eyeing the smooth patch of skin at the apex of my legs.
Spreading my legs open, I trail my hand down over my nipples to my slippery folds. I part my lower lips with one hand as my other hand caresses my breast.
Rhett’s gaze is laser focused on my movements, flitting from my breast to my pussy.
I pinch my nipple and ease one finger into my tight center. Closing my eyes and letting out a moan, I remember how good Rhett made me feel just a few days ago.
I need to feel that way again.
I need to forget the events that happened tonight and the news I received from Jax.
I need to turn my thoughts off and just feel.
Rhett pulls my hand away and thrusts his tongue into my pussy. His firm, warm tongue makes my hips leap off the mattress.
“Easy now.” He whispers against my wet slit as he eases my hips back down to the covers. His tongue continues its torture on my pussy, making sure to show special attention to my aching clit.
He laps at my core like a starving man, eager to taste every part of me. Eager to consume my body, heart, and soul.
“Fuck Rhett, I don’t ever want you to stop. It feels so fucking good. I could stay here until I die.”
He’s always been a generous lover, bringing me to climax again and again before reaching his own.
“You taste so fucking good.” He grunts out before using the tip of his tongue to tease my clit.
His fingers replace his tongue, easing in one long digit, followed by another. They hit pleasurable spots I never knew I had.
My heart beats faster and my breathing gets shallow as he strokes my inner walls.
It’s too much. Too much pleasure. I need to come. I need the release.
I rock my hips, grinding my pussy against his face.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and I come apart, screaming out as his fingers continue to fuck me.
“Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” I beg as I continue to come around his fingers.
This orgasm feels more powerful than the last one he gave me.
He doesn’t let up. He continues to finger fuck me while sucking on my clit. My walls clamp down on his fingers as the orgasm continues to plow through me.
Rhett slows his ministrations and gently slides his fingers out of me and licks them clean.
The sight is almost enough to make me come again.
His dark and hungry gaze moves from my most intimate area to my gaze. “Damn, you taste so fucking incredible. I can’t wait for more. I hope you can keep up because we are going to be busy all night.”
I lean up on my elbows to get a better look at him. “What about your evening plans with my brother?”
“That won’t take too long. An hour tops, but hopefully only thirty minutes or less.” He lazily strokes my pussy as I try to come back down to earth and calm my racing heart.
“Fucking hell. You are going to be the death of me, Rhett Montgomery.” I utter as tingles run down my spine and electricity rocks through me from the orgasmic aftershocks.