CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1
I clung to his neck, heart pounding as he carried me to the bed.
He laid me down gently on the soft sheets, my back sinking into the cool fabric. He tugged my panties down slowly, eyes locked on mine, baring my swollen, eager pussy. He parted my thighs wide, sensing my mix of exposure and thrill. Then his tongue dragged long, flat licks along my slit, savoring my salty-sweet wetness. My hips jerked wildly, but he pinned my thighs down, murmuring,
'Don’t move, Sweet Cherry,' before diving back in. He flicked my clit rapidly, then swirled around it, drawing loud moans from me. He sucked it into his mouth, heightening the ache, my hips bucking despite his grip.