Fake Love (For Now), Penny Wylder [best books to read ever .txt] 📗

men she’s been with who were either too stupid or too selfish to skip this part of loving her, they missed out.

“Good,” I say before sealing my mouth over her and sucking hard. Erin gasps and curses. I chuckle, drawing my tongue up and around her clit over and over again, paying attention to the way that she shakes when I lick her. And then I do it again.

One long, slow graze of my tongue from the bottom of her entrance all the way back to her clit. “Let’s find out what you like,” I murmur.

“I fucking like all of it.”

I dip my tongue deep inside her pussy. She’s so wet that I can’t even breathe. This is absolutely everything. Her pussy is delicious and I’m the only one that’s ever tasted it. Something about that satisfies the deeply male part of me that wants to possess and conquer. I love the fact that this is mine. I’ll always be the first man to lick her clit and fuck her with my tongue.

“Hudson,” she breathes as I move back to her clit, focusing on the underside of it with short, fast strokes. She’s tensing up. I can feel it with the way her thighs are squeezing and the way she’s arching.

“Breathe for me,” I say.

“I really, really, can’t.”

I slide my hand up onto her stomach, spreading my hand out and gently pressing her down. One gentle kiss on her swollen clit. “Trust me, this will be so much better if you breathe and relax.”

“But—” she cuts herself off. “What about you?”

A laugh slips out of me as I consume her. I unleash myself on her pussy with my lips and tongue, completely erasing her ability to speak, finally grazing her clit ever so gently with my teeth so I can feel her shudder. “If you don’t think I want to be doing this, then you’re wrong,” I say. “I want to hear you come, Erin.”

A small whimper escapes her, and it’s the sexiest thing that I’ve ever heard. “Now tell me,” I whisper against her clit. “What feels the best?”

I circle her with my tongue, and again, and again. “There,” she gasps desperately. Her whole body shudders when I focus on it. That single little spot with the tip of my tongue. It’s the only spot that exists in the world. Until she comes.

I lose myself in her taste and the sounds she’s making, scoop my hands under her ass and feast on her until I feel her start to shake, and I don’t stop.

“Oh God,” she says. “Hudson. Don’t stop.”

Her hips move erratically under my mouth. I have to hold her still, and I’m smiling when she goes over, panting and moaning and hands grabbing my hair in sudden desperation. I keep licking her, dipping down to savor the taste of her orgasm and make it last longer. The way she shakes in response, I could keep going until she came again. I’m sure of it.

I’m tempted. “Should I do it again?”

Erin is breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I lick her clit again, lazily. “Fucking hell,” she says. “That was—”

“Delicious. I don’t care how many people you’ve been with. They’re idiots.”

“It’s not for everyone.”

I climb up her body so I’m hovering over her, staring into her perfect, pleasure-glazed eyes. “Yes, it fucking is. When your pussy tastes that good, it is for fucking everyone.” Lowering my lips to her ear, I whisper. “But I don’t mind having it be just mine for now.”

She shivers. “We’re not done, right?”

I stand up off the couch before reaching down and lifting her into my arms. Erin feels amazing in my arms. “No. We’re not fucking done,” I say, and I carry her into the bedroom.

5

Erin

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe that I let him do that. I never do this. I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl. But right now, there’s nothing that I want more than to be with Hudson. He knows. That ache that I feel in my chest all the time now. He feels it too.

Different circumstances, but I recognize the same emotions. And that is everything.

I’m going to remember and fantasize about his tongue between my legs for the rest of my life. My mind is still dazed and drenched in total pleasure. I think I was seconds away from death by orgasm.

The fact that he even wanted to…

I haven’t been with that many people, but it never really seemed that important when it was skipped over. It never bothered me. Holy fuck was I wrong. I’ve never felt like that before. Ever.

Now he’s holding me in his arms like I weigh about as much as a feather, and being pressed up against his skin like this is overwhelming. The whiskey is still swimming in my veins, but it’s not enough to make me regret anything or question that I want this. I do. Unquestionably.

It’s only steps from the living room into the small bedroom, but it feels like forever. And if I weren’t looking forward to what was about to happen in the bed, I would be content to just stay in his arms forever. But if what I imagine is even half of reality, I’m not going to miss a fucking second.

The fireplace in this guest house is in the center of the wall between the bedroom and the living room, so the bedroom is lit with the same gentle, flickering light. I love it—the mood doesn’t change at all.

Hudson lays me down on the bed with a grin. He’s so fucking hot that I can’t stop looking at him. Especially in the warm light that’s spilling from the fireplace. It catches his hair and turns it gold, shadows the scruff on his jaw that I just felt between my legs. His eyes run all the way down my body and back, drinking me in.

I swear where his eyes fall, I can feel the burn.

He’s still wearing his jeans, and