Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
I cried out in complete surprise and utter pleasure. His eyes were hooded as he regarded my pussy like a detectable treat. He licked me in the same manner again, firmly caressing my sensitive flesh. He didn’t pause. He ravaged my pussy in an animalistic way that had me speechless except for the stunned moans and overwhelmed gasps bursting from my lips. I was his meal, meant to be savored. And he did. He shoved my legs up so my knees almost touched my shoulders, exposing me even more. Embarrassment washed over me at my exposed state, but Lorcan’s controlling touch and tongue didn’t leave room for such notions. He licked from my ass crack up to my clit, completely shocking and utterly intoxicating. Then, he closed his mouth over my opening and began to fuck me with his tongue while his thumb played with my clit.
I hardly had time to process what was happening, to catch even the briefest clear thought. Arousal trickled out of me, and my leg muscles cramped as my core constricted.
I came with a harsh cry, my thigh muscles quivering under Lorcan’s firm fingers holding them in place. My left leg lowered itself onto Lorcan’s muscular shoulder. My core pulsated around Lorcan’s tongue in a way I’d never experienced. Lorcan growled, making me think I actually was with a beast. He kept thrusting his tongue into me but at a slower pace that prolonged my orgasm until I could feel my pleasure building again. His movements became almost playful, gentle as he traced me with his tongue.
He pulled back and watched my pussy with satisfaction. I could feel more of my arousal trickle out of me and down my ass cheeks, soaking the blanket beneath.
I was torn between embarrassment and wonder at how aroused I was. I didn’t know my body could react like that. When Patrick and I fooled around, I’d thought I’d come on occasion, especially when I recalled nice fantasies in my mind, but in hindsight, I realized it had been nothing. I’d always been dry and convinced I’d need lubricant if we ever had actual sex.
But Lorcan got me wet. Boy, did he get me wet.
Lorcan lowered his head again and closed his mouth over my inner folds, sucking them gently between his lips. Stars danced before my eyes from the sensation. A new flood of my lust trickled out, and Lorcan’s tongue quickly dove in to gather it up. “You taste delicious, Aislinn. You’ll soon be as addicted to my licking as I’m already to your taste.”
I didn’t doubt it. Lorcan’s experienced, soft tongue was addicting.
He accentuated the words with a few long licks between my folds, which had me shuddering in pleasure. Lorcan’s tongue felt magical. My entire body tingled, and every nerve ending between my legs was shooting fireworks. Lorcan smirked as he pulled away, admiring my clit. It was engorged and glistening with my juices. Lorcan cupped it and began to suckle. I gripped his hair, almost delirious with lust. I watched him, equally embarrassed and fascinated. He smiled around my clit, gently rubbing it between his wet lips. I exhaled, feeling another release build. My clit began pulsating and then another wave of pleasure crashed over me, eliciting a new flood of my arousal.
Lorcan pushed up on his knees, still holding one of my legs up so I was parted wide. He placed his middle finger inside his mouth with a smirk then brought it down to my pussy. He pushed it into my opening in one quick thrust. The sensation was much different than his tongue, firmer, colder but not uncomfortable. His eyes pinned me to the bed as he added a second finger. My core clamped around him, enjoying the sensation.
“Look,” Lorcan ordered and I cast my gaze down to his glistening fingers sliding into my pussy. His small finger and pointer finger stroked my sensitive flesh as he fucked me with his middle fingers. He picked up speed, going deeper, the heel of his hand occasionally slapping against my clit for a lightning bolt of pleasure.
“Did good ol’ Patrick ever finger you like that, sweet Aislinn?”
My eyes widened in alarm, my body tensing at once, which made my muscles clamp around Lorcan’s fingers and increased my pleasure even more.
“How?” I choked out.
Lorcan grinned and bent down to mouth my clit, making me lose focus for an instant.
“How do you know about Patrick?”
Lorcan raised his head, his chin shining with my arousal. “I’m a resourceful man.”
He teased me with only the tip of his tongue, a featherlight touch, and his fingers slowed as well but seemed to go even deeper, reaching for a spot that made me choke on a moan.
I tried to understand how he could have spied on me. Gulliver didn’t know about my ex-boyfriend … unless Mum had mentioned him on one of their few phone calls, which seemed highly unlikely.