Page 115 of Stealth Mission

Marianna makes a rough sound, her fingers digging into my hair.

Her breathing gets faster and faster, her knees press tighter into my shoulders. When I spear her with my tongue she jolts and whimpers and rolls her hips.

I add my thumb to her clit as I fuck her with my mouth, sliding the length of my tongue in and out. Over and over again.

She’s getting close. Coming undone.

I drop the grip on my cock and put my second hand on her inner thigh, filling my palm with soft, feminine heat.

Her head falls back.

“So good, Mari. I can’t wait to drive my cock into you.”

“Evan…”

The way she says my name almost snaps me.

I freeze. Tightening my abs to fight the urge to plunge my cock into her.

Not yet.

I need to taste her release first. “Coat my tongue with your cum, beautiful.”

Her mouth slides open as her eyes close. I got her right where I want her. Teetering close to the brink.

I slide my finger in beside my tongue, doubling down on the penetration.

The raspiness of her whimpers makes my dick lengthen even more.

The sound of my mouth devouring her pussy—wet and greedy—fills the space around us.

Precum leaks from my cock. I drag her closer to the edge of the counter, shifting my angle.

She goes wild and I know that I’ve hit the jackpot. The magic pressure. The exact pace she needs.

Knees pressing hard into me, the muscles in her stomach quiver. Deep inside her pussy the first wave of her release tightens her around my finger.

Oh yeah. I growl against her and she catapults over the edge.

Her throaty shout is loud and primal as I drag my tongue through her sweet juices, drinking them in.

When I can’t take any more, I bolt to my feet. “I need you in a bed, right now.”

“I sure hope you don’t expect me to walk.”

“I said I had you, babe. I meant that in every way.” I scoop her up in my arms and stalk out of the kitchen.

Chapter Forty-One

I really had no idea. In all those sexy videos, womenseemto really like when a man goes down on them.

Come on. Why aren’t they shouting at the rafters?

Now I know it’s amazing.

But I don’t have time to think too much because I’m bouncing up in the air in the middle of the bed.

“Dress. Off.”