Love Bug (The Prescotts Book 3) by Tara Wyatt (interesting books to read txt) 📕

and all he could think about was getting his mouth on her. On tasting the sweetness of her pussy again. Making her come, making her scream his name. In that moment, he needed his tongue on her clit like he needed air.

“Get up here, angel,” he whispered. “I need to taste you.”

Her cheeks went red. “You want me to…” She trailed off, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He made a show of adjusting the pillow beneath his head. “I want you to come sit on my face.”

She whimpered but lifted herself from his stomach and started crawling her way up his body. Wrapping her fingers around the headboard, she carefully eased her knees down onto the pillow on either side of his head. He inhaled deeply, pulling her mouthwatering scent into his lungs.

He gripped her hips to help hold her steady and then licked her slowly, teasingly, parting her lips with his tongue. Deliberately avoiding her clit, wanting to build her up again. Wanting the heaven that was her pussy against his mouth for as long as possible. He kissed her and then started licking her in a slow rhythm, getting the tiniest bit closer to her clit with each sweep of his tongue over her pussy. Her thighs trembled, the sound of the headboard creaking mingling with her soft, breathy moans and sighs.

“Please,” she breathed. “I can’t take more teasing. I need—”

He cut her off by gently sucking her clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue over it.

“Yes,” she hissed, her hips moving in his grip. “Yes, Max.” She swiveled her hips, griding herself against his face, sending a fresh wave of arousal through him. There was nothing sexier than knowing she was enjoying herself. He got off on knowing that he was making her feel good.

He’d planned to draw it out longer, to build her up and tease her, but with the taste of her on his tongue, her hips writhing in his grip, he lost some of his control and ate at her with long sweeps of his tongue, kissing her deeply. Swirling his tongue over and around her swollen clit, sucking it into his mouth, working his lips over her as she rode his face and made the sexiest fucking sounds. Her whimpers and moans and shuddery sighs turned him on almost as much as the taste of her on his tongue. His cock throbbed and ached, hard as fucking concrete against his stomach.

“Oh, God Max!” she screamed, her entire body rigid, muscles taut, thighs shaking on either side of her head. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

He moaned as she ground against him, her hips bucking and jerking in his grip. Her clit pulsed against his tongue and she started to shake, her head tipped back. Fuck, she was so incredibly sexy lost in how good he was making her feel.

He gradually gentled his licks and sucks, letting her come down slowly. Savoring the taste of her as he nipped at her outer lips. With a sigh, she slumped forward, resting her forehead on the headboard.

“That was incredible,” she said, a smile twisting her lips.

He grinned up at her and kissed the inside of her thigh. Then, with his hands on her hips, he helped her climb off. She sat on the bed beside him and immediately reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking him slowly.

“This is really happening,” she whispered, her eyes fixated on his cock in her hand. “It’s real.”

He sat up and pulled her against him, kissing her, letting her taste herself on his tongue. “It’s real.” He pulled back, cupping her face, drinking in the sight of her. “It’s real. I love you, Willa.”

Never in his life had he said those three words to a woman who wasn’t his sister. He’d always been terrified of them. But here, with Willa, they didn’t feel anything but right.

She lifted her hand, tracing her fingertips over his cheek, his jaw, his mouth. She swallowed, her eyes luminous in the dark. “I love you, Max. I think I have for a long time now.”

He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers as he reached for his nightstand drawer and pulled out the box of condoms. She broke the kiss and frowned slightly, staring at the box. Maybe it was because of the 98% compatibility rating, or maybe it was just because he was that in tune with her, but he knew exactly what she was thinking. He could tell immediately from the way she was staring at the box as though she had X-ray vision.

“I haven’t been with anyone,” he said quietly. “Not since you.”

A slow smile spread across her face as the tension ebbed out of her shoulders. “Is it unevolved of me to admit that I’m relieved?”

He pulled a condom out of the box and ripped it open, studying her as he rolled it down his cock. “If you’re unevolved, then so am I.” He forced himself to meet her eyes. “I understand if you have but—”

She cut him off with a kiss, her fingers in his hair. “No, Max. There hasn’t been anyone since you.” He sat back against the headboard, taking her with him. “There’s only you.” She climbed into his lap, straddling him. Without another word, he fisted his cock and she sank down onto him, her hands gripping his shoulders, the two of them moving together seamlessly, as though they’d done this hundreds of times. They both let out a long moan as she sank all the way down, taking him deep. Tight, wet heat gripped him, her pussy fluttering in welcome around him. Fucking hell, how had he thought he’d be able to walk away from this? Nothing had ever felt as incredible as Willa. Nothing.

“Good. I won’t have to murder anyone, then.”

She cupped his face and kissed him, a slow, sweet kiss that matched the rhythm of her hips as she rocked back and forth. “Two jokes in one night. I feel