章節 56: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 12

Izzy...

Staring at the ceiling, I bite through the fluttering that is overwhelming my stomach and sending waves of electricity into my lungs and throat. My shoulders and upper back lift off the bedding, my heels digging into the same sheets that I clutch into my fingertips that have since turned white.

Still, he licks, bites, and tastes every inch of my sex until there's hardly anything left.

"Fuck," I pant. "I'm—I'm going to—"

"Don't you dare," he says, speaking into my inner thigh.

His tongue leaves my clit, and while throbbing and thankful, I'm frustrated by the sudden cliff's edge that I find myself on. I was ready to dive headfirst over the edge, and now I'm staring at the fun carnival below without being permitted to join the party.