His Gentle Touch Captured My Heart

Chapter 3

Brian's lips worked their way slowly over every one of my sensitive spots, and a tingling, sizzling pleasure shot through my limbs like tiny jolts of electricity.

The feeling was so good I couldn't hold back a soft moan. My mind went completely blank, while my body kept leaking sweet, slick wetness. Wave after wave of endless pleasure crashed over me, one right after the other.

I tried to prop myself up, reaching out to nudge Brian's head away, but then I caught sight of his sharp, chiseled face, his tall, prominent nose, and those soft, pink lips working steadily over my p***y.

My voice came out rough and hoarse. "Mr. Carter, it's dirty. Pull away."

But deep down, I wanted him to go even harder. This feeling was so mind-blowingly intense I could barely stand it.

At my words, he doubled his efforts, and I couldn't help but let out a low, shaky whimper. My whole body flooded with a satisfaction I hadn't felt in forever.

The lights in the warehouse flickered on and off as the motion-sensor bulbs cut out and flared back to life every few seconds.

My cheeks burned so hot I thought I might catch fire. I fisted my hands in Brian's hair, and to my shock, the movement only pressed his tongue harder against me. A full-body shiver wracked me instantly.

I knew I should tell him to stop, but my hips had a mind of their own. They tilted forward softly of their own accord. I couldn't help it, wanted him deeper.

Secret, burning wants churned in the pit of my stomach. I wanted him to be rougher, hungrier, more intense.

I was trembling all over, my hips twisting and squirming without me even noticing.

All of a sudden, Brian's hand landed a light, sharp smack on my ass, and my already overheated cheeks burned even hotter.

Out of nowhere, someone must have hit the other switch on the electric bed. The thin ribbon beneath me pulled tight, digging right into the raised vibrator.

The thin strings of my thong were completely soaked through. Brian lifted his head, and a glistening thread of wetness clung to the corner of his mouth.

I lifted my hand to wipe it away for him, but he held my gaze, flicked his tongue out to lap the liquid up, and swallowed it down. The sight was so lewd and so hot that my heart started thudding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

"Alice," he rumbled, low and rough. "You taste so good."

His words made my cheeks burn even hotter. God, he was just so...

He brushed his lips across my flaming cheek, his eyes dark and ravenous. He looked like a starved wolf that had just stumbled upon its perfect, long-craved meal.

The next second, his mouth crashed down on mine, rough and desperate, grinding hard against my soft lips.

The last fraying thread of my self-control snapped. I didn't care about anything else anymore. I just wanted to drown in this feeling with him.

His searing breath flooded my mouth, and his tongue shoved past my lips, rough and unapologetic, stealing every last bit of air from my lungs in an instant.

His kisses trailed lower and lower, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of my chest until the soft, pink peaks there were swollen and throbbing.

The warm, delicious suction of his mouth made my whole body shake uncontrollably. I ached for him to go harder, to be rougher. The heat coiling in my gut burned hotter by the second, so intense I could barely hold myself together.

All around us, stacks of cardboard boxes towered high in the warehouse. Shelves lining the walls were crammed with all kinds of adult toys, and the air smelled of latex from the merchandise, mixed with the thick, heavy, charged scent of our desire.

"We've gotten so much new stock lately. We really need to sort through all this properly."

Oh no, someone was coming!