Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(38)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Within seconds the air crackled with ignitable heat as Tag devoured her, his tongue insistently pressing into her mouth, dueling with hers while he held her body as close as physically possible. When he broke the kiss long minutes later, they were both out of breath.

“I want to see your mouth on my cock, McKenna.”

The words weren’t a request, and she knew it. She couldn’t help but revel in the intensity of his tone, the demand in those striking, all knowing eyes, and the zing his words inflicted deep down low.

He was going to let her touch him, and McKenna damn sure wasn’t about to let another opportunity pass her by.

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Tag wasn’t sure why he tortured himself for so long. The sweetness of McKenna’s mouth was like a drug, the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips like an addiction he had no chance of kicking. He wanted her.

Right here.

Right now.

The playroom was empty, but that didn’t make a damn bit of difference to him. It could’ve been filled wall to wall with people and he would still want to see her on her knees with his cock between her soft lips as she sucked him. Taking her hand, he led her to a black leather sofa, putting his hand firmly on her shoulder and pushing her until she was sitting before him.

With his eyes locked on her expressive face, he eased the button on his slacks from its mooring before sliding down the zipper.

“Take what you want from me, McKenna,” he ordered her, ensuring she heard the command in his tone.

Tag could see the passion in her eyes, the need to be dominated, the need to be forced to do something out of character for her. He might be selfish in his abrupt pursuit of her, but he was going to ensure she got what she needed, as well.

When her deft fingers slipped inside the waistband of his slacks, Tag had to hold his breath. She gently scraped her fingernails along the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen as she easily lowered his pants until they were at mid-thigh. From the second she freed his cock, Tag knew this little stunt was going to require more willpower than he’d ever had to muster.

With his eyes fixated on her fingers, he watched as her nails raked along the spot where his leg met his torso, then lower until she was gently gliding over his balls, causing his cock to throb as it stood at full mast between them. He wanted her fucking mouth on him, wanted to watch while she blew him until he came with a vengeance.

There wasn’t a thing she could do that would make him last longer than a few minutes, but he fully intended to enjoy every single second. One perfect fingernail trailed along the underside of his cock, then teased the flared head, before moving back up his shaft.

Pure fucking torture.

He’d already insisted that she take what she wanted, so he couldn’t very well tell her to wrap her mouth around his dick, but shit, he wanted to. Instead, he kept his mouth closed, his teeth clamped firmly together as he watched her pale fingers torment his swollen cock.

When her eyes darted up, meeting his, Tag saw the hunger reflected in them and he swore he’d never seen that much want in his entire life. It was a fucking turn on like no other to see the unobstructed lust in her eyes, and to know that McKenna didn’t make excuses for what she wanted.

Her eyes returned to her task, her fingers wrapping around his cock, gripping him tightly and slowly sliding down, then back up, her tongue darting out and swiping the oversensitive head of his cock.

Fuck.

There was no denying how fucking hot she made him, but this was out of this world erotic. She wasn’t rushing, and she wasn’t doing this solely for his pleasure. McKenna was giving him the hand job of the century, and Tag was never going to forget this moment.

One hand eased between his thighs, cupping his balls before kneading them with just enough pressure to have the breath lodging in his throat. He exhaled on a groan, wondering whether it was actually possible to die from too much pleasure.

Then, she used the flat side of her tongue to ease along the hypersensitive underside of his cock, her head tilted to ensure he had a perfect view of every move she made. He groaned, unable to control himself because holy fuck, he was going to come before she ever took him into her mouth.

Sweet fucking ecstasy is what it was.

By the time she slid her lips around his cock, Tag was sweating and on the verge of losing control. She tortured him with her tongue, sucking him fully into her mouth, wrapping his dick in velvet warmth.

“Fucking suck me, McKenna.” Tag was on the verge of being rendered deaf and dumb by the paralyzing pleasure and he knew he couldn’t take much more. “That’s it, baby. Let me fuck your mouth.”

Gripping her hair, Tag began thrusting forcefully past her lips, the vibration of her soft moans ricocheting straight through his balls until he was damn near blind with the need to come down her throat.