Operation G-spot. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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СКАЧАТЬ question of if he was still hard. He was, in a really big way.

      His mouth came over hers, splintering further thought. One slow, soft, sensual caress and it lifted away. “A brush like that?” he asked roughly. “Or is this more what you were thinking of?” His mouth returned. No softness this time, but his teeth nipping at her lips with stinging little bites that had her nipples aching.

      “Or maybe it wasn’t a mouth kiss you had in mind.” The breath rushed between Liz’s lips as he grasped her around the waist and lifted her onto the pool table. Flashing a taunting grin, he went to his knees. He inched her dress up and palmed her naked thighs. “Maybe this is more what you were thinking of.”

      She gave her head a shake. What was wrong with her? She was sitting here, letting him have his way with her. It was the absolute last thing she wanted…. But, oh wow, who knew the cool felt of the pool table could feel so good on bare skin?

      Talk about feeling good…

      Dusty’s fingers moved along her inner thighs, easing her dress farther up as they brushed in slow, thought-fogging circles. His fingers stilled when they reached the soft curls at her apex. She hadn’t been joking when she’d told him she was pantyless—it was an action meant to bolster her sexual assurance. Now she paid the price. Now he could undoubtedly feel the juices sliding down her thighs, smell her arousal thick on the air. Now was the time to tell him what an asshole he was and get the fuck out of Dodge.

      One lone, long finger threaded through her damp curls, and the breath snagged in her throat. Lovely. How was she supposed to tell him to stop now? She couldn’t speak a word without risking a sigh, or worse, demanding he screw her immediately.

      A second finger joined the first. Together they stroked the lips of her sex, splayed them wide.

      His gaze returned to hers, lust thick in its depth. “Nothing quite like sucking on a slick, pink pussy to end a long, hard day at the office.”

      Liz’s belly tightened. No way. He wasn’t tonguing her.

      She attempted to close her thighs, but the damned things had a mind of their own. Her legs spread wider, welcoming him inside while her breath panted out as if she were a bitch in heat. His fingers stretched her swollen pussy lips, exposing her inflamed clit. Cream dripped onto his fingers and the green felt table beneath her as he lowered his head.

      Looking up at her face, he opened his mouth. His tongue came out, over his lips, easing toward her cunt, and then slicing right down its center.

      “Ohmigawd!” Her nails dug into the soft, sweaty flesh of her palms. He was every bit as good at oral sex as she remembered. Every bit as good at making her want in a rash, crazy, mindless way she’d never wanted before.

      From between his fingers, her clit stood at attention, puffy and red, silently begging to be sucked. As if he could hear that begging, his lips closed over the overly sensitized pearl and tugged. Erotic sensation crashed through her in a tumultuous wave. She swallowed her desperate moan for more.

      Dusty’s lips lifted. In the next instant, his tongue pushed deeply inside her, and she knew she couldn’t silence further moans. And why should she? The pulsing in her pussy said that this was it.

      The night. The time. The end of her orgasm virginity. Amen.

      Liz hadn’t wanted to share this momentous occasion with Dusty, but she’d already come to terms with karma’s warped sense of humor. She might as well come to terms with the fact that he could tell how eager she was to do him and voice the need cruising through her body.

      “You owe me an orgasm.” She spoke matter-of-factly, as if her entire body and the majority of her sanity didn’t hinge on the words. “Give it to me now. Fuck me.”

      He pulled from her body and laughed. “Only ’cause you asked so nicely.”

      “What can I say, I’m a regular Ms. Manners,” she bit out, and then dove her fingers into his hair, clinging, gripping, pushing his face back between her thighs.

      His tongue plunged into her juicy center. Deep. Deeper. In. Out. Back in. His goatee scraped over her clit with each stab of his tongue. Warmth spread over her like wildfire, coiling in her belly, licking at her pussy, blistering from head to toe. Tremors sliced through her, slowly at first, then growing in speed, spreading tension from limb to limb, sending her heart into a chaotic thundering tempo.

      Oh yes! Oh yes! She wanted to laugh, cry, scream. Thank the orgasm gods for gifting her with this moment. Closing her eyes, she went with the latter.

      Dusty had found it. He had to have found her missing G-spot because she was so close…so damned close…climax. The big O. Finally.

      Fiona and Kristi were going to be sooo jealous come the next chat session. Sure they had orgasms, but never with a man. Not even Simon, Fi’s king-sized vibrator of a lover, could possibly top this all-consuming feeling of needing to go off like a bottle rocket on the Fourth of July. But enough about Fiona and Kristi. Coming was all that should be on her mind. Nothing else. Not her vow to never sleep with Dusty again. Not feeling like a slut because—

      “Yo, Dusty. Everything’s cleaned up in the back. Can I take—oh, shit. Sorry, man. I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”

      The masculine voice washed over Liz’s heated body like ice water on a sultry summer night. Time and place returned to her in a heartbeat. She snapped her eyes open. Heat burned her cheeks, and disgust roiled through her belly at the sight of Dusty pulling his blond head from between her naked thighs; his head that she held on to so firmly it was as if she planned to keep him nestled there forever.

      With shaking hands, she let free his hair and digested the last several minutes.

      Jesus H. Christ! What the hell had she been thinking?

      She was half-naked on a pool table, being eaten out where anyone could see her, and why, but for pleasure’s sake. For the lone reason of going off like a cream-filled atomic bomb, she’d lowered herself to her mother’s standards, forgotten every one of her ethics and acted like a sex-driven whore with a man she couldn’t stand.

      Dusty stood and looked over his shoulder. “No problem. Go ahead and take off.”

      “Have a good one,” the guy said, amusement in his voice.

      “I’ll do my best.”

      The kitchen door banged shut, announcing the man’s departure. Dusty hesitated a few seconds, then turned to her. Lust blazed over his face, consuming his features as he lowered back between her thighs.

      Liz’s repulsion over their behavior shifted from herself to him. He was every bit as into the moment as he’d been before they’d been interrupted, and that just proved he didn’t have a single moral in his body. Knowing his track record, he’d probably forgotten who he was with long ago. More likely, he’d never cared in the first place.

      Admittedly, for a short while there, she hadn’t cared either, but she for damned sure should have. She sure as shit cared now, when she’d reclaimed enough sense to remember she was as close to an atomic orgasm bomb as he was to a saint.

      Grabbing a handful of his hair, she yanked. “Unless you want a pool stick shoved up your ass, get the hell off me.”

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