Page 116 of Unwritten Rules

Inhaling deeply of her sweetness, I drop them with a wicked grin. “Smells positively delicious…and I’m absolutely starving.”

My hands fly out with the speed of a rattlesnake, palming her ass cheeks and yanking her towards me. A sound halfway between a squeal and a giggle pierces the silence of the orchard as I manoeuvre my Hellcat to exactly where I want her.

Spreading her pink lips with the pads of my thumbs, I’m mesmerised by the sight before me. Her sex is slick with evidence of her own arousal, dripping down her slit, pooling in her puckered ass.

“What a fucking feast you’ve prepared for me, Hellcat.” I quirk a brow, the grin on my face positively devious as I dip my head forward. “Don’t mind if I do.”

I flatten my tongue, licking her from slit to clit, gathering her juices on my tongue before drinking them down and lapping voraciously at her sweet core.

Her body is already vibrating, humming right on the edge of an orgasm, and fuck, if the sounds she’s making don’t make me want to come in my pants.

But I’m not ready for this feast to be over. Not by a long shot.

When I pull away, her moans of pleasure turn to cries of protest as she reaches for my head to hold me where I was, but I’m too quick.

Propping up on my elbows with her knees on either side of her head, I reach for the champagne, plucking it from the ice bag to reach inside and draw out a small ice cube.

Mila’s gaze is intent on my actions as I pop the cube into my mouth and swirl it all around my cheeks, my eyes intent on hers.

I lean forward, blowing cool air across Mila’s quivering pussy, her sharp inhalation a direct line to my throbbing cock before I latch onto her clit and suck hard.

“Oh, yes. Oh, fuck yes!”

Mila arches her back, tits straining at the buttons on the front of her dress, begging to be set free as she moans my name.

Holding her pelvis in place with one hand, I bring my free hand around and slowly insert two thick fingers into her wet heat.

Her pussy is greedy and clutching as I draw them in and out, slowly increasing the pace as she begins to raise her hips to meet my hand and my mouth.

Continuing to swirl my tongue along her throbbing nub, I add a third finger to her tight sheath. Then, plunging deep, I angle my fingers towards the front, easily locating her special spot.

Hitting that bundle of nerves with each forward thrust of my fingers, I feel her orgasm build almost instantly.

She clutches my hair in her grip, holding me firmly in place as she rides my face, using me to get off, taking what I so willingly want to give her.

“Oh my…oh my…oh my God!”

Mila’s voice cries out as she comes hard, soaking me in her sweetness until her grasp on my hair eventually loosens, and her hips descend back to the ground. My girl melts into a puddle right before my eyes, her eyes languidly finding mine as a shit-eating grin spreads across her face.

“You can’t say I don’t keep my man well fed.”

CHAPTER 33

MILA

Nate climbs over my trembling body, our gazes clashing and holding as he settles himself between my open thighs to pin my head between his elbows.

Our breaths intermingle as he touches the tip of his nose to mine in a way that makes my heart clench painfully.

“I want to drown in you, Mila DeMarco.”

He grinds his hardness against my core, and despite having just come exceptionally hard, I feel a rush of moisture pool between my legs once more.

I can’t stop the deep moan that spills out of my mouth, my eyelids flickering shut from the intensity of the pleasure that single movement gave to me.

“Christ, those sounds, baby. You’re killing me.”

I reach up and cup his cheeks, raising my head the slightest bit to pass our lips back and forth, teasing him. Tempting him.