East Bound by Nana Malone (best value ebook reader .txt) 📗

and then he nipped at the inside of my thigh. I tried to close my thighs, but he wedged his shoulder between them and then commanded, "Wider."

A shiver ran up my spine, and before I knew it I was sitting on the edge of a desk, thighs spread, skirt up, and this thief, this bad guy, was kneeling between my thighs, staring between the junction of my legs like I was his favorite snack and he had skipped every meal for the last three weeks. And then he pulled my knickers aside, and with a long stroke from my pucker to my clit, he licked, moaning and then taking a deep inhale.

I shuddered and said, "Oh, my God."

Then he wound a hand in my knickers, drew back, and stared up at me, eyes once again challenging. I furrowed my brow and tried to meet his gaze at the same time that I tried to close my legs, but I was unsuccessful at both. And then with a grin, he tore my panties clean off.

Wow. Dream East was strong.

He dove back into his feast, licking, sucking, stroking. He slipped first one finger inside me, then another, his mouth closing around my clit and sucking.

My legs started to shake, and I choked out his name. "East. Oh, my God, East."

Dream East pulled back and grinned. "Ah, so you're awake."

I frowned. "What?"

Dream East continued to laugh. "Hmm, maybe you're not awake. Maybe this is all a dream."

My eyes drifted open, and I realized it wasn't a dream after all. East was between my legs. Happy as a clam, mouth over my clit, licking. Fingers inside me, stroking my G-spot. I threw my head back. "Oh, my God. I thought I was dreaming."

He chuckled low as he went back to work. "Oh, no. This is real. All real."

"Oh my God."

"Yes, you can call me God, Jesus, mostly I prefer my name though, East."

I choked out a laugh. "You are impossible. Honestly, does anyone have an ego bigger than yours?"

"And by ego, you mean..."

I giggled.

"Oh, someone's in a giggling mood. That's brilliant." He dove back in, giving me no quarter. There was no rest for the wicked. East Hale had plans for me, and he intended to make me scream.

A lot. And God, I couldn't help it. I slid my hand into his hair and tugged, trying to angle him just how I liked.

Then he did something unexpected. His tongue slid down my slick entrance, penetrating me gently. I lifted my hips, wanting more of him.

And then his tongue kept going.

His big hands held onto my arse, and he tucked in, his fingers bruising my skin.

I gasped. "East."

"Yeah, Nyla."

And he went right back to work. His thumb stroked over my clit, back and forth, back and forth, and my legs started to shake. "East, oh my God."

He laughed. "You can relax, Ny. I'm just trying to make you feel good."

"Oh my God. I—"

Usually, I was proud of my eloquence. I could find words for any situation. But in this one, where East Hale was determined to do every dirty, naughty thing to me, I had no words for that, all I had were my gasps and groans and Oh, my God and please yes and more there. That's all I had.

He was unrelenting, as if there was a lesson for me to learn in this particular form of exquisite punishment.

"East, please, I... Oh, my God."

He chuckled. "Now that I have you right where I want you, I need you to make me a promise."

My head thrashed on the pillow. "Anything. Whatever you want. You can have it."

"Wow, aren't you amenable."

"Yes, I am. What do you want?"

He laughed. "I would very much like you to not scare me anymore."

I frowned. "Why would I scare you?"

"You vanished on the Jameson estate tonight."

My brow furrowed. “I didn’t vanish."

"Your coms went down, and we couldn't find you. I was scared. I didn't like it. I need you to not do it again." He went back to his feast.

“I-I’ll try.”

He stopped stroking my clit. "Promise me now."

"Oh, my God. You're the worst. This is torture."

"Yes, I seem to recall that you've done this to me before."

"That was different. I was mad at you."

"And I'm not mad at you?"

I lifted my head and met his gaze. No, that wasn't anger, that was... worry?

"No, you're not mad. You're worried."

"Amelia too."

"Yeah, I know that. Also, I told you two that I can manage it. You have to trust me."

"I do. But I was scared. So promise. No foolish risks, you hear me?"

I nodded. At that moment, I would’ve promised just about anything. "No risks. No foolish risks."

He sighed then. Putting his thumb back where I needed it.

"Is that a promise?"

I nodded wildly. "Yes, fine. No foolish risks. Now, would you just let me come?"

He dove back in, and my head spun.

He was an artist with his tongue. Idiot knew it too.

He kept bringing me to the edge, and then pulling back, and then back to the brink and pulling back again.

And when I started to let go, to bring nirvana to me, he stopped.

I lifted my head to complain, but then he sharply pulled me down to him, both hands on either side of my hips, and turned me over easily.

When I squeaked, he gave me a quick swat on my arse.

The sting burned. "Hey."

He gave me another one. A harder tap.

"East," I gasped.

"Promise me, never again."

"Fine. Yes, I promise. I promise."

One more tap that stung even more.

But before I could complain, his hands were on my hips, drawing me up to my knees and scooting me back.

And then his mouth was back on me again. "Oh, sweet Jesus."

I wasn't sure if I saw bliss, or nirvana, or whatever it was called, but I was in heaven.

When he slowed, I whimpered. "No, no, no, no. I'm so close."

"Are you now? I'm pretty sure you'll like this."

Then he moved behind me, teasing at my entrance with his cock. His hand played up my back,