The Virgin Replay by Lauren Blakely
Chance
When we reach the suite, I open the door at the speed of sound, then kick it closed.
I shove her up against the wall and devour her mouth. Sierra laid out her desires from the start. She wants it a little rough, a bit commanding. She wants her man to take her as soon as we walk into the hotel room.
That’s what she’ll get from me.
As I claim her lips, she utters a plaintive, needy sound that drives me on. My tongue explores her mouth with possession, with the kind of intensity the two of us want to have together. I suck her bottom lip between mine, giving her a hot kiss that sends fire through my veins.
She rocks against me, her hips seeking me out. That’s my cue to break the kiss so I can hike up her dress, yank it over her head.
“Gorgeous,” I say reverently as I step back to admire the sight in front of me—Sierra Blackwood in matching bra and panties, a dusty rose shade of lace. A groan works its way up my chest as I flick my fingers against the fabric of her panties. “I do believe I promised I would rip these off.”
“And you better make good on it,” she says.
I drop down to my knees, tug at the fabric, jerking it away from her body. I rip it right along the seams, and it tears with a satisfying sound.
She gasps.
Dirty delight fills my mind as I pull the remains of her panties down to the floor, then bury my face between her thighs.
She grabs my head, rocks her hips against my mouth.
My whole body vibrates as I lick and suck, flicking my tongue along the delicious rise of her clit. Digging my thumbs into her hip bones, I eat her like a starving man. She is all I need for sustenance. Her taste floods my tongue as she thrusts against me, curling her fingers tighter around my head as she murmurs words of bliss.
Yes.
Oh God.
That. Do that.
Her moans tell me to keep going. To keep giving her everything she wants. My body vibrates with the desire to please her, to send her over the edge.
I lick and suck and French kiss her pussy until her legs are shaking, until her cries of pleasure echo across the property.
She jerks me harder and fucks my face till she calls out, “Coming.”
Bliss runs rampant as I taste her pleasure on my tongue.
It drives me wild, and I can’t stop moaning as I lap her up.
But soon, I let go, grip her hips to steady her, then rise. I plant a soft, tender kiss on her neck and travel to her ear. “You taste incredible,” I whisper.
She breathes out heavily, her eyes glossy, her face flushed. “I want to know how you taste.”
“That can be arranged,” I say, and I’m giddy, fucking giddy, about the pending blow job. I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited for one.
I can’t wait to experience her mouth.
Because it’s Sierra.
A minute later, my clothes are on the floor. Don’t know where, don’t care. Sinking onto the edge of the bed, I spread my legs as she gets down on her knees.
Such a beautiful position for this woman and me.
“Confession: I’ve been thinking about sucking your cock for a long time,” she says, so deliciously dirty as she stares at my face then my aching cock.
I whimper. Is this my life? Can this decadence never end? “Let’s find out if doing is better than thinking,” I say, toying with the lush strands of her hair.
“Let’s.” She dips her face to my dick, and the second she wraps a hand around the base and licks the head, I have the answer—doing is infinitely better than imagining.
Especially when Sierra draws me into her mouth, licking as she takes me in.
My whimpers turn to moans, then wild grunts as I shake with pleasure. “That’s so fucking good,” I rasp out.
It’s not going to take me long at all. I’m so amped up from going down on her. So aroused from being near her all night long.
I’m already close as she gazes up at me. Fire sparks in those light brown eyes as she grins wickedly.
With a hand around her head, I gently urge her to take me a little deeper. Her naughty smile grows wider as she swallows me farther.
I shudder at the sight. “That’s right, gorgeous. You look so good like that,” I tell the beauty at my feet.
The woman seems to want to show off, licking and sucking with fervor as she runs her palms up and down my thighs, watching my face the whole time.
She doesn’t look away, and her filthy gaze turns me on more.
With a firm hand cupped around the back of her head, I thrust a little harder, pump a little deeper. The pleasure intensifies, coiling tightly in my stomach, then just bursts through my body. I don’t even have time to warn her as my climax barrels down my spine.
But she doesn’t seem to need one. She swallows my release with a throaty purr, and I groan for days. Starbursts spark behind my eyes as I pant and gasp, bathing in the truly fantastic orgasm.
Sierra lets go of me with a loud pop, climbs up, then wraps her arms around me. I toss her on her back. “Can I kiss you?”
“Of course.” She laughs.
We taste like the kind of deep, wild connection I’ve never had. I don’t know what we are, or what we’re doing. All I know is I don’t want us to end.
Closing a game is so much easier than figuring out how to have the woman I want, and follow my code too.
