The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 2

Lexi's POV.

His smoldering, henna eyes gaze at me as he slowly slides my lace thong down my legs. I have never been more thankful in my life that I shaved today. My beautifully bare, moisturized body is exposed to him, and I mentally congratulate myself on being prepared. Although, when I got ready earlier, I certainly hadn't been expecting this.

I gasp as he moves closer and leisurely runs his tongue along my inner thighs, growing closer to his target. I watch for as long as I can bear, but eventually the desire becomes too much and I fall back on the bed, fingers clutching the duvet as he torments me with his tongue.

My eyes fall closed as he swirls his tongue around my clit and simultaneously pushes two fingers inside of me with no warning. I moan loudly and arch my back, lewdly pushing my crotch into his face.

'Fuck,' I sigh as he picks up the pace, increasing the pressure on my clit until I feel my orgasm start to build.

'Soon,' he promises, smirking at my choice of curse words.

Who am I This girl letting a complete stranger eat her out.

But he's not a complete stranger. He's meant for me.

And damn, am I grateful about that.

Just as I'm about to come, he stops his actions and I involuntarily growl in annoyance. He chuckles, waits a few seconds, and then continues. He repeats this a few times, until I'm almost on the edge of begging.

'It'll feel better for waiting, I promise,' he mumbles as he presses kisses to my inner thighs. I scoff in irritation, but my noise of complaint is cut short when he returns his mouth to my pussy.

This time, when he has me back on the edge, ready to fall off any second, he doesn't stop his actions. I scream loudly as he takes me over the edge, everything else falls away as I look down and see his mouth carrying out one of the crudest, yet pleasuring ministrations a girl can experience.

Our eyes meeting only increases the intensity of my orgasm and I come long and hard, breathless when I finally come down from my high.

'Jesus,' I whisper as he climbs up onto the bed, all muscular arms and thick thighs.

'No, Rixon,' he corrects me.

I somehow find the energy to roll my eyes at him. He reaches underneath me and unhooks my bra, discarding it on the floor. I go to cover myself, but he catches my wrists, holding them on either side of my head instead.

'Never cover yourself from me,' he demands huskily as he leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. I struggle to release his hold on my wrists, eager to touch him.

'Let me touch you,' I plead, and he finally relents his hold, I don't hesitate to slide his boxers off his huge thighs.

His cock springs free, reaching up to his navel and hanging heavy with its hardness.

'Holy shit,' I mouth the words, my eyes wide as I watch in awe as a drop of pre—cum oozes from the tip.

'Are you clean' I ask, managing to get my brain to work. He pauses for a moment and then reaches over for his phone, I'm confused until he unlocks it and shows me a text from a couple of days ago, stating all results were negative.