His lips curved upward in the most wicked grin she’d ever seen. “A little scared and maybe a little excited?”
She closed her eyes tight and gave him nothing but total honesty. “Yes.”
“Mmm, such a surprise you are, Gracie.” Suddenly a large palm closed over her pussy through her jeans. She could feel the heat of his skin through the denim, and her eyes shot wide.
“Would you like me to tongue fuck your sweet cunt, Gracie? Would that please you?”
Wade’s coarse language spoken in his guttural voice was the single most stimulating thing she had ever heard. There was, of course, only one answer to give.
“Yes.”
“Ah, now that’s the way I like it. My dick is as hard as a hammer right now. One touch, and I could come.”
Gracie didn’t speak; she couldn’t. Her blood was liquid fire running through her veins.
Wade stepped away; Gracie tracked his every move, excitement a razor sharp edge. “Get down on your knees.”
This time Gracie started to lower herself. Wade helped, and it brought to life just how awkward she felt. She couldn’t look at him; equal parts embarrassment and arousal flooded her senses.
Wade cupped her chin in his hand and lifted her face upward. Her eyes connected with his. Gracie witnessed the wild frenzy of sexual hunger in the set of his jaw and the heat in his gaze. Knowing she had the ability to affect him so intensely was enough to loosen her up, if just a little.
“Do you know what you look like in this position?”
She shook her head, stil staring into eyes the color of dark chocolate.
“You look like my pretty little sex slave.”
“No.” Her independent streak reared its feminist head at the notion.
“Yes. And you are mine to fuck,” Wade growled.
“Wade,” she groaned.
He touched the ring in her breast, flicking it in a way that had her clit throbbing. “Wil you let me?” he asked, staring at her naked torso.
“I can’t think straight when you do that.”
“Stop thinking so hard, sweet angel. Let me take you somewhere you’ve never been. I want to be the first man to pul pleasure from the very depths of your soul. Let me.”
Gracie faced the truth then. The moment she’d let Wade tie her hands behind her back, she had been his to touch, to taste, to fuck. “Yes.”
Not a single sound came from Wade at her acquiescence. He didn’t even appear to be breathing hard. He seemed total y at ease. As he moved his finger away from her breast and began unbuttoning his jeans, Gracie nearly whimpered. Licking her lips, Gracie hungered to suck him into her mouth, to taste him on her tongue.
Slowly, as if he had al the time in the world, Wade unzipped and freed his cock, and final y Gracie could see him in al his magnificence. He was hard and pulsing with life, the bulbous head darkly engorged. Jesus, he looked delicious. It was crazy how eager she was to nuzzle her face against him, to savor his unique scent and flavor.
His cock held firmly in his hand, Wade stepped forward and bent slightly at the knees. “Open those sexy lips, my Fiery Angel.”
Gracie tilted her head upward and opened, but when she would have sucked him in, he stopped her with a hand to the back of her head, pul ing at a fistful of her hair just hard enough to bring the slightest sting to her scalp.
“Only your tongue. Lick my dick, little Gracie. I want it nice and wet.”
Obeying, Gracie opened wide and slipped her tongue out. Letting her eyes close, she tasted the sensitive tip of him. Taking the smal bead of moisture that had appeared there into her mouth only teased her appetite. She wanted his come. Al of it. Spurting into her mouth, fil ing her.
“Christ that’s good, baby. So fucking good.”
Gracie moaned, lost in the pleasure of playing with Wade. Her tongue roamed freely over and under. His cock was silk over steel and so large she wondered how on earth she would ever be able to use her mouth to bring him satisfaction. Slowly moving to the underside, Gracie final y came into contact with the sensitive flesh of his bal s. She swiped her tongue back and forth, eager to take them both into her mouth and suck. Wade had given her an order, though, so she held back, moving her wet tongue over the rest of him instead, giving his cock the thorough licking he demanded.
She felt his hand pul ing once more at her hair, and Gracie eased away. Leaning back on her heels, she looked up at him. Wade stared at her with the most feral look she’d ever seen on a man’s face. He looked ready to explode. To throw her on the bed that sat a mere few feet away and fuck her brains out. Had she pushed him too far?