Chapter 14

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I’m addicted, it’s as simple as that. She’s so gorgeous and she tastes so fucking good , I’m having trouble dealing with the extent of it.

She’s slim but curvy in such a feminine, luscious kind of way, all I can do is stare. And taste. And feast. Which I do until she’s crying my name and coming hard. I can’t remember ever being this fucking happy.

I’ve dated a lot of women, but always on my own terms. Relationships are something I’ve avoided like the plague. Mainly because the one that shaped my life was fucked up on so many levels, it put me off completely.

After watching two of my brothers fall ridiculously hard, I was glad I was immune to that kind of bullshit.

But now, I suddenly get it. I could hardly stand to be in public with her. Dancing in the bar with other men near her, I felt like a goddamn wild animal. A hungry, feral tiger who knows exactly what it wants. An alpha beast who will kill anyone who gets in my way.

What the fuck?

If I’m losing my mind I don’t care.

Never in my life have I thought about killing another man until one of them glanced in the general direction of Lila Bailey.

The thought of her breezing out of my life on Saturday morning—and possibly straight into The Asshole’s arms—might in fact threaten my sanity.

It’s. Not. Fucking. Happening.

I only hope I don’t kill that fucker at her friend’s wedding.

The need and greed I feel as I feed on her pleasure is almost more than I can handle. I’m surprised at myself, at how much I love the sound of her moans as I prolong her orgasm and make her come again.

Once the ripples have calmed and she’s totally spent, I climb up and lay next to her. Her silver eyes are bloodshot, her make-up lightly smudged. I’ve never seen anything so devastatingly beautiful in my life as this girl’s stunning face.

I’m obsessed with her.

“Cole?” she murmurs. My brothers occasionally call me Cole. My mother used to call me Cole. I like the sound of it coming from her, so soft in her angel’s voice.

“Yeah, baby girl? ”

“Thank you. Now I know what I’ve been missing out on.”

Her expression is dazed and blissed-out. Enlightened. Could it be possible that she’s never come before? Surely not. Even virgins must have toys. But something about the way she says it makes me think that maybe my little sunshine girl is even more innocent than she lets on.

“You’re welcome, darlin’. Thank you . Now I know what heaven on earth tastes like.” Truer words have never been spoken. “You’re going to need to get used to me doing that a lot.”

She notices then how out of control my fucking hard-on is. Besides the agony of it, I hardly even care about getting my rocks off right now. I’m so mesmerized by all the layers of her beauty, all I can think about is her pleasure.

Lila’s long eyelashes blink at me, “I think I’m ready for my detention.”

I don’t immediately get her meaning.

You get that smart mouth stuffed full so you stop talking so much. That’s what I’d said to her.

There’s shyness in her, but I can see the fire in her eyes. My girl has a taste for the devil.

I crook an arm behind my head, laying back so she can get used to me, to use me however she wants to. “What’s on the menu?”

“I want to…kiss you.” She can’t take her eyes off my raging hard-on. Fair enough, the thing’s a fucking monster on steroids. “Can I?” All angelically .

“The teacher’s pet gets whatever she wants, honey pie.”

“I don’t really…know what to do.”

I can’t help but exhale a low laugh. “Of course you do. Help yourself. Whatever you want, it’s all yours.” She could get me off by blinking at this point, but I’ll go along with it, since that’s the game we’re playing. “Don’t be scared of it, baby girl. Go ahead and touch. Put your soft mouth on me.”

She feathers her fingers along the ink of my tattoo. “I like your tattoo.” Then down my stomach, more boldly now. To the crown of my cock, where I’m practically overflowing. She swirls the wetness.

I can’t bear how good it feels.

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Like this?”

“Take it in your hands.” My command is deep and rasped. I’m about to lose my mind.

She’s careful, and her hand eases around my thick length. She’s exploring, getting a feel for the hardness of it and the weight. I groan as another gush of pre-cum soaks her fingers.

“Can I taste you?”

“Only if you’re prepared to get very, very dirty.”

She’s shimmying down my body. She’s so small, so petite. She rubs her naked breasts along my cock, sliding her body over mine.

Holy mother.

She kisses me, licking her tongue along the slit at the head of my cock, teasing lightly, then wrapping her lips around me. She sucks gently on the tip, pressing her tongue to the underside.

My head falls back. “ Oh, fuck .”

“Is this okay?”

“It’s fucking perfect.” I feel like I’m strung up on a torture rack of ecstasy. “You’re a natural, baby. That’s a good girl. Keep going, just like that.”

She likes my praise. She’s kissing me and suckling on me like I’m a sugar-coated popsicle. I can barely handle it. The pleasure is astounding. The wet, tugging pulls of her mouth paint my cock with red-hot fire. Each languid stroke of her tongue, each kiss, only compounds the pleasure-pain.

I grab fistfuls of her hair to keep her there. Pushing her further onto me. “Take more of me.”

She’s obviously inexperienced, struggling to find rhythm. It’s this combined awkwardness and eagerness that’s about to undo me. The little minx is greedy for my big, spilling cock.

Her fingers explore, and her tongue strokes me as she takes me deeper.

“ Oh fuck, baby. You feel too fucking good. You’re going to make me come. Are you going to be a good girl and drink everything I give you?”

I’m trying to warn her. She can still back out if it’s too much for her. Instead, she takes me deeper, gripping harder.

My orgasm erupts. My cock jerks violently in her mouth as I come very, very hard. She doesn’t pull back. She’s swallowing , drinking as much as she can take, but there’s too much. It spills down her chin and over her hands .

It looks dirty, what I’m doing to her. Her, naked except for those sexy little high-heeled boots she’s still wearing, covered in my cum. She’s licking me now. Kissing me. She’s full of my seed and I love this. It’s inside her. Nourishing her. Becoming one with her. I’m a part of her now.

I’m breathing hard, trying to recover from the most intense orgasm of my life. I pull her up to me and hold her in my arms. I wipe her mouth gently with my thumb, kissing her lips. “Sunshine girl,” I murmur. “You’re so beautiful.”

She’s tired now and her eyes blink closed. She’s sated. Sticky and perfect. I’m so fucking in love with that drowsy, still-sassy smile. “How do you think my lesson went, Professor Maddox?”

“I think you get an A plus. An A plus plus plus plus plus times a billion.”

Her smile lingers. “I like drinking you,” she whispers, already half asleep.

Where did you come from and what are you doing to me?

This girl owns me, just like that. And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it except fight like hell and do whatever it takes to prove to her that she’s mine.

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