Athena's Raid: Book Two Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth Page A

down her spine, shot pleasure through her body, made her bite into her lip to keep from shouting out, but that nip became a bite, and she flinched away from it. “Ow!” He licked at the spot he’d bitten, “Don’t hold back from me, Athena. Every sound, I want it.” She tried to hide her shock with a nod, laughing because he grabbed the snap of her jeans with his mouth, used his tongue to push it through the loop, tugged the zipper down with his teeth and growled when he saw that yes in fact, she had been telling the truth about not wearing underwear.
     
    He peeled her jeans down her legs and threw them away, and his patience seemed to snap to see her bare. He shoved her legs wide and buried his mouth between. Even as she seized and screamed in shock, she felt him smile. She snatched up handfuls of his hair and he snatched up two hands full of her ass, dragging her closer and licked her from bottom to top, suckling hard on her clit. Hard enough for her to feel the blood pulsing in the little nub. Hard enough that the rasp of his tongue shot sparks up through her core and set off fireworks in her belly. It felt so good that her toes curled, her back arched up, and her mouth opened on a silent scream while her hips helplessly pressed up into his lips. She did scream, wail really, when he added his fingers to the mix, pressed them up inside her and fucked her with them until she screamed for real.
     
    He couldn’t make himself take his fingers out from inside her, couldn’t stop rubbing at the rippling, scorching hot flesh that sucked hard on his hand and killed him with the restraint it took to keep from ripping his pants open to drive his cock into that wet velvety vice. She made the sexiest little whimpers as she came down from her orgasm, and the taste of her was the stuff of dreams. Sweetest pussy he’d ever ate. His dick thought so too, and it hurt like an open wound, throbbing and angry, but he didn’t want to rush her, didn’t want to fuck this up.
     
    Another quiver rippled down through her pussy, squeezing his fingers in a convulsive little shiver. He felt it in her belly, how it clenched under his cheek. She moaned softly, forced her fingers open to scrape gently over his scalp, felt so good that he kissed her warm skin, licked the salt from her flesh and found a pink scar just below her navel. “What’s this?” She hummed, “Accident. Raid?” He licked the soft line, wondering how long ago it had happened.
    “Hmm?”
    “Are you going to keep being such a gentleman, or at some point am I going to get laid?”
     
    The blood surged south at her sleepy purr, and if he’d thought his dick hurt before, it was nothing compared to what it felt like now. He might have misunderstood, he was a little distracted by how her hips had curled to press tighter into his hand. “What?” Her fingers raked through his hair, “You just gave me like, the orgasm of a lifetime, and I kind of want another one. Unless you’re too tired, in which case I could be on top.” He barked out a laugh and kissed his way up her body until he was standing to look down at her, looking down where his hand was still pressed tight inside her, at the way the wet, pink flesh was stretched around his fingers and how slick her thighs were with her pleasure. “I haven’t been with a woman since before I shipped out.”
     
    Her eyes were a sultry, beautiful purple. Her lips curled in a sirens smile, soft and seductive, laying totally naked and spread out for his pleasure. She pulled her bottom lip through her teeth and wrapped her long, gorgeous legs around his thighs, “It’s been a hot minute for me too, but I hear it’s like riding a bike.” He curled and rubbed his fingers harder inside her, just to watch her come undone, again. He realized then, watching her thrash back and forth on the white sheets, that her hair wasn’t just red. He saw garnet and crimson, brilliant orange and gold, fiery red, tangling around her face in a