Page 74 of Legacy

Then she went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine.

Groaning, I gave in.

Because I needed her. Craved her.

Not just her taste, but her.

I was going to hell, but I might as well go down in a blaze of glory.

I parted her mouth with my tongue and groaned.

“You taste so good, baby.”

“Callum. Please.”

“Please, what? Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to taste the salt off your skin, kiss those pretty pink nipples, suck on them until they turn a deeper red, and ache from my mouth?”

“Oh.”

I narrowed my gaze at her, leaned forward, and bit her lips gently.

She gasped but didn’t back away.

“I know you like it when my mouth is on this pretty cunt of yours. Tasting that sweet honey. Have you ever had a man go down on you before? Other than me?”

She nodded, and I growled, squeezing her hip.

“Don’t think about them when my mouth is on your pussy. Got that, little flower?”

“But you asked.”

“So a man’s tasted you, but I’ll be the one that you remember.”

“I don’t think you’re going to have a problem with that.”

I grinned and slid my hand up her skirt and over her ass. I squeezed one globe, and she shuddered.

“Are you really not a virgin, Felicity? Have you ever had someone’s cock sink into this sweet cunt of yours?”

She shook her head, nodded, and frowned. “Those are two different questions with two different answers.”

My lips twitched. “You got me there.” I moved my hand to get over her, popping her pussy from behind. She gasped, her eyes dilating.

“Are you a virgin, little flower?”

She shook her head. “No. Though I’m not really good at sex.”

I growled. “No, those boys who thought they could have you weren’t good at sex. Because if you think you’re not good? It’s on them.”

“Callum.”

“No. I’m going to show you exactly how good you are. How you can roll your hips. How this sweet cunt can milk my cock. Do you want that, little flower? Do you want to be filled with my cum as I sink into you? Or do you want my cum all over your body, marking it as mine?”

I liked dirty talk. It was one thing that, no matter who I was with, came out of me. But watching Felicity practically melt under my touch as I spoke? I was losing my damn mind.