With his fingers deep inside me, he starts to lick me again. “I love it when you moan, bunny,” he whispers against my clit. “It shows me you’ve forgotten you’re married for a few minutes. Forgotten I’m the bad guy and that you let me make you come.” He growls and dips his tongue inside me before pulling out and running it over my clit in a long stroke.
I bury my hand in his hair and tug him toward me, unable to resist the growing pleasure between my legs.
He pulls away from me. “I’d tell you to get your hand off me, but I want to feel you force my mouth into your pussy when you come.”
I tremble at his whispered words.
His fingers push deeper inside me, and my warm wetness slips past them. He fucks me with his fingers while he works me with his tongue until I spasm around him. My chest rises, lifting my back from the hood of the car. I ride out my orgasm with a few long licks of his tongue that leave me bucking my hips against his mouth with every intense sensation.
He pulls me off the hood of my car, the metal scraping my sweat-coated skin. He turns me around, puts my hands on the hood, and drops to his knees. Before I can even get a word out, his tongue moves across my slit and keeps rising upward. I gasp as he reaches the only place on me he hasn’t put his mouth.
Oh God, we are not doingthat.
I try to pull away from him, but he grabs my hips and holds me back.
“No, Lex,” I say firmly. Even as his tongue starts to feel good there. Different.
“Shh, rabbit. When I eat you, I want to devourallof you. Prey doesn’t question how they’re being eaten, they just let the predator get its fill.”
He licks me and I surprise myself when a moan leaves my lips. This is wrong. It feels so damn wrong. But why does it also feel good? Dirty? Rugged? Like the man behind me.
“Every bit of you tastes like a delicacy I shouldn’t get to eat. Something much too fancy for me.”
“Lex,” I say through a moan, and reach back to grip his hair. I surprise myself once more when it’s not to pull him away but to keep him there.
He pushes his fingers inside my pussy, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensations all over again. He fucks me with his fingers and licks me until I find myself teetering on another edge I never expected.
One I’ve never known.
I drop my free hand back to the hood and steady myself as he brings me toward another orgasm. “Fuck,” I moan, and he gives me a hard thrust in response. His fingers pull out of me to rub my clit, circling until he’s over it, thrumming my hood directly. It’s a sensation that instantly kicks me over the edge, like a pulse of electricity with every swipe of his thumb.
I drop both hands to the hood. My thighs tremble, and I struggle to stay on my feet. He spanks my clit as I ride the coattails of my orgasm with a whimper.
“Naughty mouth on you,” he says through a laugh as he slips his tongue back in his mouth and stands up. He wipes at his chin, which is coated in my come. “I knew you’d like that, dirty little rabbit. I bet your husband hasnevereaten you like that.”
I look up at him, a hint of fear crawling over me when I recognize the darkness in his gaze. He wraps his hand around the front of my throat and squeezes.
For a moment I wonder if this is it. If he’s going to kill me.
“Get your clothes and get in the fucking car,” he snarls, and loosens his grasp on my neck.
“What’d I do?” I ask.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. Feeling that around my fingers, the clench of your tight fucking pussy, makes me want to put my cock inside you, but if I fuck you now, Iwillrip you apart.” He forces me to take a step back, my thighs hitting the front bumper. “I don’t want to hurt you like I’ve hurt others, so get your sexy fucking ass dressed and get in the car before I rip you in two and make you hate me.”
ChapterEleven
Lex
Selena stays silent beside me. I’m not sure if it’s because I scared her when I showed her how much control it took to hold myself back in the woods or if she’s starting to realize the gravity of where we’re going the closer we get to her home. She became culpable once she gave me the directions to her house.
“What’s the matter, rabbit?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she whispers. But I know she’s lying.
I smirk at her. “Are you mad I didn’t fuck you back there? Or are you worried about what I’ll do to you once I get you home?” I reach over and brush her hair from her face. “Or are you scared of what I’ll do to your husband?”
She draws her face from my touch.