One Night of Scandal Page 34

Reed felt like he’d been poked with a cattle prod the second Darcy’s lips enclosed his cock. His lower body jerked upward. The sensation of her hot mouth surrounding him was so intense he struggled not to prematurely blow his load and end things before they even got good.

And boy, did they get good. Darcy’s mouth was pure heaven. Warm and wet and firm and—his brain swiftly blanked in the adjective department when she sucked him all the way down to the root, her happy little moan vibrating through his body.

“That feels so good,” he mumbled. “Keep sucking me deep, just like that.”

She licked a path along his shaft on the upstroke, then kissed the blunt tip before teasing the slit with her tongue and lapping up the moisture leaking out of it. Holy hell. He never wanted this to end. He never wanted her to stop.

Reed’s fingers threaded through her wavy hair, but he didn’t guide her head. He just stroked the silky strands as she gobbled him up with deep strokes and tight suction. Christ, he’d fantasized about this for months, but his meager imagination hadn’t done it justice. He gazed down at the beautiful naked woman sucking his cock, floored by the sight, and more turned on than he’d ever been in his life.

“I love doing this.” Her breath teased his engorged head, and then she began licking up and down his shaft like she was savoring a cool ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

Every sound she made brought on a violent shudder. He’d never witnessed a woman enjoying a blowjob this damn much, and he had a feeling that if he slipped his hand between her legs right now, he’d find her even wetter than before.

“Keep doing that,” he groaned when her tongue found the sweet spot at the underside of his dick. Then she moved lower and he groaned louder. “Oh yeah, baby, use your tongue to play with my balls. Hell, that’s good.”

Her wicked mouth continued its torturous exploration, until his grip on her hair grew so tight he was scared he might be hurting her. But she didn’t seem to mind. Her breathy moans echoed in the air, mingling with the wet sounds of her mouth devouring his cock.

Reed’s pulse careened when she squeezed his sac, her lips wrapped firmly around his shaft as she increased the pace from fast to furious and propelled him to a whole new realm of mind-blowing pleasure.

“Fuck.” As his balls drew up from impending release, he abruptly pulled out of her eager mouth. “I need to be inside you, Darce. I want to feel you squeezing my c**k when I come.”

She peered up at him with hazy eyes, and he’d honestly never seen a more beautiful sight. Her hair was tousled, cheeks flushed, lips glossy from sucking him.

Reed yanked her back in his lap, snapping one arm over the side of the couch in search of his jeans. His fingers collided with denim, frantically sliding into his pocket for the condoms he’d shoved there before he’d left the club.

Once he was sheathed, he gripped Darcy’s slender hips and drew her down on his cock. The second their bodies were joined, his heart stopped beating and white dots flashed in front of his eyes. Sweet Jesus. Being inside this woman was the best feeling in the world.

She brought her mouth to his and he welcomed her kiss, his hips rising in an upward thrust as their lips met. Reed swallowed her moan of pleasure, kissing her so deeply his lungs were screaming for oxygen by the time he broke their mouths apart.

“Ride me hard,” he ground out. “Take me straight to heaven, baby.”

A faint smile lifted her lips. “I love having sex with you, Reedford.”

“I’d be worried if you didn’t, considering my c**k is buried inside you right now.” He chuckled. “Now are you going to f**k me or do I need to give you some incentive?”

She looked intrigued. “Hmmm. Like what?”

He placed his hand directly over her mound and dug the heel of it into her clit. A yelp flew out of her mouth, blue eyes instantly darkening with desire.

“That works,” she said breathlessly, before raising herself up and then slamming down again.

Reed’s pulse drummed between his ears as she rode him. Lord, her pu**y was like a steel vise, clutching him so tight he didn’t stand a chance in hell of restraining himself.

He came way too fast, and so hard his head slammed into the arm of the couch and his body went limp with mindless need. Hot waves of pleasure drowned out his thoughts, his surroundings fading away. Darcy was all he could concentrate on, and another shudder rolled through him when he felt her inner muscles spasm and heard her cry of release.

She collapsed on top of him, her firm br**sts crushed against his chest. Reed’s arms wrapped around her and stroked her back while she came down from the orgasmic high.

“You doing okay?” His voice was rusty thanks to his dry mouth.

Darcy responded with a sated mumble, her hair tickling his chin and bringing the sweet smell of her shampoo to his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, memorizing her scent, the way she felt in his arms.

The guilt he’d felt when he’d first entered her apartment didn’t surface again. He was so content lying there with her, amazed that it was actually happening. He’d wanted this for so long. Long enough that his expectations could’ve easily been thwarted, the reality a disappointing contrast to his fantasies, but it was every bit as good as he’d imagined. No, it was better than he’d imagined.

Darcy gently eased herself off him. Her hair cascaded over one shoulder, so long that it covered her ni**les.

He reached up and pushed those strawberry blond waves aside, his thumb and forefinger closing over one pink nipple to give it a teasing pinch. Immediately, heat flared in her eyes. She glanced down, sighing when she noticed that his c**k was still semi-hard.

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