He spun her around so fast dizziness claimed her. She had to blink away the fog that threatened to consume her. This was too wild and untamed for her. Tatum had never had a man make her feel like this, make her want to be fucked.
His mouth claimed hers, his tongue stroking her bottom lip. She opened for him and sucked his tongue in, loving that his spicy male flavor filled her taste buds.
Hands on his shoulders, she curled her fingers into his flesh and pulled him closer. His growl of need went through her, and she reciprocated it with one of her own. His hands were suddenly on her ass, gripping the mounds with a force that rivaled her lust.
He lifted, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss never breaking. In the next moment, he came forward. The cool wood of his desk met her ass. She gripped the edge of his tee and started pulling at it like a madwoman. Whatever came over her was like a tornado of emotions, and she didn’t see it stopping anytime soon.
Ripping his mouth from hers, he tore his shirt away and went for the buckle of his belt. She was already unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it off her shoulders. Her hands went to the clasp at the back of her bra, but a slow shake of his head had her stopping. The belt slid through the loops of his jeans and clattered to the floor.
He undid the button of his pants but didn’t push them down. Instead, he moved close to her until her knees brushed his legs.
“Feet flat on the desk, baby.” His grin widened when she did what he said. His hands landed on her knees, and he pushed them apart. Her muscles stretched and protested, but the burn felt oh-so-good. The skirt she wore was already bunched around her waist, so when he slid his hands down her inner thighs, he touched her bare flesh. Leaning forward, his lips were a hairsbreadth away from hers.
The tips of his fingers brushed the edge of her panties, and she used all her strength not to close her eyes, tilt her head back, and bare her throat to him. All she wanted was the roughness of his tongue sliding along her skin again, igniting her like a firework on the Fourth of July.
“I love your curves. The way you fill my hands makes my cock so hard I ache to be inside you.” His eyes roamed over her body, but she didn’t feel self-conscious about how she looked. The way he spoke about her had her pussy gushing with her desire for him. He started sliding his hands over her, squeezing her body until she felt like liquid beneath him. “I bet your pussy tastes as good as it smells.”
The air around them heated and thickened, and she found herself wanting to have him just as aroused as she was. “Why don’t you find out?”
Never had she spoken so wantonly before, but with Leo, she acted out of character quite frequently. A nip at her bottom lip was the only response he gave her before he dropped to his knees between her splayed thighs.
He kept her legs open as he kissed her ankle then ran his tongue up her calf, over the side of her knee, and started working his way back down her inner thigh. The feel of his hot, humid breath and of his tongue leaving a trail of liquid fire all over her had her legs shaking. She felt marked by him, like he staked his claim for all to see.
Something inside her grew warm and soft at the thought, but she knew it had to be misplaced.
Leo Castill wanted one thing from women, and normally she would have scoffed and told him to fuck off, but she was way past that. She deserved to feel a little bit of pleasure, even if it was for only one night, and Leo was the man who would give it to her.
His finger slipped beneath the lace of her panties, and he pulled it aside. His breathing increased, and she could feel the hard, hot puffs of it waft across her soaked folds. At the first swipe of his tongue through her cleft, she threw her head back and moaned. Every little touch amplified inside her.
The way his lips suctioned around her clit, drawing the bud deeper into the warm cavern, had her trying to catch her breath. His thick fingers spread her lips apart, opening her for his wandering tongue. The pleasure climbed higher until she thought she’d shatter from it. When he speared her pussy with two thick fingers and blew a stream of air over her clit, she came undone.
Her orgasm stole her sanity until she cried out like a banshee.