Melt (Steel Brothers Saga #4)

Never in my life had I said those words to a man, and I was no doubt seventy different shades of crimson, saying them now. He left my nipples and kissed his way down to my patch of blond curls.

“You’re beautiful. Au naturel, just the way I like it.” He fingered my blond hair. “Oh, baby, I want this pussy. I’m going to eat all of that cream out of you and make you come and come and come, until you plead with me to stop.”

I wasn’t used to his blunt language, but I found it turned me on. He started slowly, sliding his tongue up and down my wet slit. Then he swirled his tongue around my clit, and I nearly lost it right there. It had been so long since anyone had licked me between my legs. So very long. Too long.

“You taste so good, sweetheart.”

“Works for me,” I murmured.

I began moving my hips, rubbing myself against his lips, his stubble. My God, it felt so good. I shuddered, and goosebumps erupted all over me. My nipples were tight, my nerves on edge. So good, so good, so good, and then he sucked on my clit and slid two fingers into my channel.

I lost it.

The orgasm hit me with such force, I nearly couldn’t take it. I climaxed around him, trembling, and as he pumped into me with his fingers, nudging my G-spot, I went crazy.

“That’s it. Come for me. Keep coming. Keep coming.”

When I started to come down from the euphoria, he began licking my lips again. He pulled my labia into his mouth and tugged. And then he sucked my clit. It was sensitive from my orgasm, but it still felt good. He slurped as he ate me, and everything from his head bobbing between my legs to the sucking sounds he made with his mouth against my flesh made my skin sizzle. He flicked his tongue in and out of me, and then he moved my legs farther forward and licked my ass.

This was new, and I wasn’t wholly comfortable, but I didn’t want to stop him. Last time I had stopped him from doing something, he’d frozen for a bit.

So I let him lick my puckered hole, and I found, oddly, that I enjoyed it.

“It’s a gorgeous little ass you have,” he said. “And God, this pussy, as ruby red as your other lips.” He sank into me again, tickling me, sucking at me. “I could eat you all day. You taste so fucking good.”

Soon I was starting on my second orgasm, and when he thrust his fingers into me again, I soared. My nipples tightened, and all my energy came from the outside in, centering in my pussy, helping me fly.

And then I started to come again.

This man had made me multi-orgasmic—something I’d never thought could happen to me—and my God, it was thrilling.

He continued sucking me, biting my labia, swirling his tongue around my butthole, all the while finger-fucking me in and out and in and out and then pushing up against my G-spot. So, so good.

“You like this, baby? You like how I eat your pussy?”

Again his blunt, graphic words drove me insane, and I started on yet one more climax.

“That’s it, baby. You just keep on coming. Come for me. Only for me. God, you’re so hot. That’s right, sweetheart. That’s it.”

I screamed this time, clutching at the comforter. My hips were moving wildly, and I was grinding against his face.

He continued eating me, and the orgasms kept coming, coming, coming…

Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“God, Jonah, stop.”

I raised my head a bit to look up, and he was smiling between my legs, his fingers still pumping in and out of me.

“I told you I’d eat you until you pleaded for me to stop.”

I giggled. “Yes, you did say that.”

“I’m hard as a rock right now, Melanie. I need you. Soon.”

“My legs are spread, and I know I’m wet as hell. What’s stopping you?”

He lunged forward and pressed into my heat.

I was so sensitive, even a slight nudge of his cock against my clit and I was close to coming again.

He slid right in, absolutely no resistance. I was so slick that I could take that large cock with no trouble at all.

He pumped above me, looking into my eyes, his own blazing with flames. “God, Melanie, you feel so good.”

“So do you,” I said. “God, so do you.”

He thrust in and out, hard, and with each thrust, I grew more and more certain of three things.

I had never had sex like this.

I had never known a man like Jonah Steel.

And I would never know a man like him again.





Chapter Fifteen





Jonah




Although I’d had two orgasms previously this day, this last one was unlike anything I’d ever known.

As I thrust into Melanie’s body, as she shivered and shuddered beneath me, crying out my name, I let go, and my whole body—not just my cock, not just my balls, but my whole fucking body—convulsed.

It was fucking amazing. I’d had no idea an orgasm could be so all-consuming.

Regular orgasm was a release.

This had been a deliverance.

From what, I wasn’t sure. But I felt renewed.

I collapsed on top of her for just a moment, our bodies melded together, but then I moved over to the side, not wanting to crush her.

She crawled upward into a pillow, curling up her body. She patted the other side. I moved there and watched her fall into slumber.

And then I left.

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