Page 60 of Legacy of Deception

“So help me, Sparky, I will—”

He popped a finger up. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that.”

“Still hate it?”

“It’s grown on me.”

“Like fungus?”

Ignoring me, he kissed his way down, his lips warm and tantalizing. He started at my chin, then down the column of my neck before bending to my chest, until pausing right above my breast. “This what you want?”

I nodded, eagerly waiting for him to get on with it.

“Use your words,” he coaxed. “I like your voice, and I encourage you to use it.”

Warmth flooded my center at his candor, at the way he was telling me to say what I needed to say around my parents too and not think twice, even if it went against them. “I want you to put your mouth on me.”

My heart raced as he inched toward me, his head coming down, his mouth closing around my nipple as my hands flew in his hair, gripping the nearly black strands and pulling like the more I did, the harder and faster he’d suck. Nibble. Bite. Lick.

Pushing my chest out, I backed up, right into the hand dryer, the wind blowing on me as he pinched my other nipple.

Slowly, he abandoned my breasts and moved me so my back was on the wall next to the dryer. Then he journeyed downward as he trailed his hands down faster. They got there before the rest of him, his fingers magnetizing to the hem of my skirt as he lifted it up. “So wet.” He palmed me over the top of the fabric. “I can smell your arousal. It’s potent and intoxicating.” Getting down on the floor, he gripped one of my thighs while his other hand worked to fold my skirt to make sure it stayed up and didn’t fall back down, getting in his way. He licked a streak from the top of my panties practically to the back, stopping right before he reached my ass. “Eating out your pussy is going to be for me what snorting cocaine is for an addict. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to stop once I start. I’m always going to want to fuck your beautiful little cunt—”

He yanked down my panties, and I gasped, the chill of the air hitting me as his filthy words made me wetter.

“—with my tongue—”

Moving my legs apart, I whimpered as he licked and sucked, my swollen clit stuck in a paradox of pain and pleasure. He was relentless, his teeth grazing it as a warning before nibbling the sensitive spot.

A cry of pleasure practically sang out of me.

I was close.

Real pleasure was a mystery to me, though, until he drove his tongue inside me.

The sight of my arousal on his face sent me over the edge. Next thing I knew my body was shuddering, my legs trembling.

Oh.

My.

God.

I hardly had time to come down before he continued. “—with my fingers—”

“Marco, please.”

Already plenty wet, he slid two fingers in at the same time, both of them going in easily. “Yes, yes, yesss.”

Torturing me like I’d never been tortured before, he pulled them out, then pushed them back in right to his knuckles.

In again. Please.

Out. Oh, god.

“—with my throbbing cock.”

My eyes fell downcast, and I raked my teeth over my lower lip. I wanted that. I wanted that so—