Free Mister Black: A Billionaire SEAL Story, Part 1 (In the Shadows) by P.T. Michelle Page B

what you want?” The feel of his tongue flattened along my underwear, lapping all the way up, makes my hips buck.
    “You’re so sweet,” he murmurs, pressing his nose inside me and inhaling through my wet panties like he can’t get enough.
    His act is so primal and arousing, my insides flex, desire pulsating. “Then taste me, damn it!” I demand, sounding frantic…desperate for him.
    He slides his tongue past the underwear, flicking it briefly inside me. I roll my hips and gasp.
    “Say you’re mine,” he rumbles.
    He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I’m already his. “I’m yours.”
    Letting out a deep sound of masculine satisfaction, he pulls back slightly then rips my underwear right off my body. I don’t care. My hips are moving on their own at this point.
    When he puts my underwear in his mouth and sucks and groans, while his eyes bore into me, I want to rip that damned material from his lips. Jealous, I’m nearly delirious with the need to feel his mouth on me . Belatedly I realize I’m blubbering for him to taste me, damn it. What is he doing to me? I can’t even think straight.
    “I’m going to,” he promises. Dropping my panties on the floor, he bends down and runs his warm tongue across my slit and all the way up.
    The second he latches onto my clit, I scream out in pleasure, pressing myself wantonly against his hot mouth. I want everything he can give and more.
    He growls low in his throat and grips my ass, delving his tongue deep inside. When I try to wrap my legs around his neck, to pull him closer, he stops and lifts his head. “Down on the bed.”
    “But—”
    A dark eyebrow arches. “Did you give yourself to me?”
    When I swallow reflexively, then nod, a darkly seductive smile tilts his lips. “Then take what I give and trust me.”
    I do trust him, so I sigh and let my legs fall back to the bed in complete surrender.
    As soon as I yield in his hands, he swipes his tongue inside me again, then swallows and goes back for more, groaning his approval against my body, “Fucking hell, you taste better the more aroused you get. I could dine on your sweet pussy all night long.”
    My heart rate rockets. I whimper and try to push closer, needing more.
    “Is this what you want?” he says, sliding a finger deep inside at the same time he captures my clit between his lips, giving it a brief tug.
    I pant and arch against him. “Yes, more.”
    He adds another finger, then slides them both in and out of me, exhaling his own groan. “Damn, you’re tight as hell.”
    “No surprise there,” I mutter with a half laugh. When he suddenly stops moving and lifts his head to stare at me, I tense. “What?”
    “Are you…is this your first time?”
    I bite my lip and nod, wanting him to know I’d chosen him on purpose.
    Apparently that was the wrong response, because he abruptly withdraws his fingers and stands up at the end of the bed, jamming shaky hands through his hair.
    “What the fuck?” Pacing a couple of times, he halts and growls toward the ceiling, “Why would you do that?”
    He sounds so angry, his mood so mercurial, I scoot back on the bed, resting my back against the pillows. “I’d hoped my enthusiasm would override my lack of experience. I guess that’s not the case.”
    Facing me, his hands fist by his sides. “You should be with someone else. I don’t deserve this.”
    “It was my offer to make,” I say, his words twisting my heart.
    He shakes his head in fast jerks. “Not to me.”
    It’s like he believes he’s undeserving. That can’t be further from the truth. “I want you .” It’s always been you.
    “Why?”
    His voice is full of angst and banked desire, so I answer him honestly, throwing his words from earlier back at him. “You stand out. There’s definitely something about you.”
    He sits down on the bed, sliding his thumb across my ankle, as if he can’t not touch me. “I want you so bad my balls ache, but your first time should be with someone