Page 39 of Perfect Guy
“You’re not the only one who could bring out his naughty side.”
“You were made for me.” His lips crash on mine, tongue piercing my lips in a demanding kiss. Fire licks my skin and fills my veins. The cold lake water isn’t enough to cool us down.
My legs wrap loosely around Canaan’s hips, and his hand is right there at my core. His fingers brush against my clit, causing my body to tense. I’m bare to him.
“One day, I’ll taste this sweet pussy.” His mouth across down my jaw to my neck. He sucks the sensitive skin there and grazes his teeth along my earlobe.
“So good,” I moan as his fingers rub circles over my sensitive clit. My hips move along to the rhythm he’s set as his teeth skim along my neck. He nips the skin at my collarbone before moving his lips further down.
Canaan takes my puckered nipple between his teeth. My triangle top doesn’t hide the effect his hands and mouth have on me. He sucks it against the fabric before tearing it down with his teeth and swirling his tongue along my nipple.
My hands pull his hair as I cry out in pleasure. As if this weren’t enough, Canaan slides a finger into my core while his thumb adds pressure to my clit. My body writhes with pleasure, rocking against him in desperation. He adds a second finger, stretching me out. His lips move to my other breast, giving it the same attention. I’m before him, practically naked with my bikini top tucked under my breasts and his mouth and hands driving me close to the edge.
“I love the sounds you make. So needy. The way your pussy tightens around my fingers. Fuck, whenever I get my dick in you, I know it’s going to be heaven.” His words only add another layer to my pleasure.
It’s a heady combination. I’ve never been more drunk on anything than I am on Canaan right now, and we aren’t even experiencing everything yet. When we do, I don’t think I’ll ever recover.
He thrusts his fingers inside of me with measured movements, hooking them to hit that spot which me tremble with uncontrollable desire. His thumb flicks my clit at the same time. His teeth scrape my nipples, taking turns with each. The pain and pleasure combination is a force to be reckoned with.
My moans fill the cove as I toss my head back. My nails bite into his shoulders as Canaan picks up speed, only one destination in mind.
“I want to see you fall apart. I want your skin marked by me, no one else.” To add to his words, he bites the spot where my shoulder and neck meet and then sucks on the skin, easing the pain with the flat of his tongue.
“Canaan…” I call out. “You’re…bad…” I moan.
“I’m so good for you,” he counters. “So fucking good. You’re good for me, too. Seeing you like this. Fuck, Madelyn. Show me how good it feels.” He spurs me on. His thumb presses down on my clit, and he hooks his fingers inside of me, adding a third one.
“I’m so full.”
“I’m just stretching you out for when you take my dick. Not today, but your tight pussy is going to milk me.” My heart beats furiously, my skin hot and begging for its release, but I’m at the mercy of this man.
I reach between us as my breath falters and skips. His dick is so hard, he must be in pain. I sneak my hand into his bathing suit since there’s no need to be modest anymore.
I’m met with hot, smooth skin that stretches over his length. Hard isn’t enough to describe how he feels. Knowing I make him this way fuels me with confidence.
“I want to make you feel good, too,” I whisper, lifting my head to look in his eyes.
His pupils are dilated, conquering the green orbs. He doesn’t argue. Instead, he nods as his hand picks up speed. It’s too much. I thought what he’d done until now felt good, but when he fucks me with three fingers, my body coils and expands, overcome with pleasure.
I grip his cock, moving up and down his length, squeezing his tip before moving back down.
“All I can think about is your comment about the eye-roll emoji. On my knees with your dick in my mouth.” I moan at the vision.
“Holy shit…” Canaan curses low and deep. “And you call me dirty.”
“I guess we were made for each other.” I jerk his length with the right amount of pressure and speed, needing him right there with me. I lean forward, my lips by his ear.
“I want you to come with me. Imagine my tongue gliding up your length. My lips sucking…” My breath falters as I attempt to talk while my orgasm threatens to break. “Lips sucking your dick, taking…you…deep,” I cry out as I fall over the abyss. My hand stills around his length, and my body rocks with my climax, but Canaan fucks my hand like his own personal toy.
My body shudders and heats, waves of pleasure and satisfaction crash over me as my body pulses with my desire.
To add to it, Canaan flicks my nipples with his tongue before sucking one of them between his lips like a crazed and starved man. His hips move of their own accord, and I try to keep a pace, wanting to be the one to make him lose control.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to roll over me, I continue to jerk him off.
He doesn’t move his hands from my pussy, keeping his fingers inside of me as, every so often, a pulse tightens around them.
“I didn’t know it could be this good, and it’s just your hand.” His words are gruff and breathy.