REIGN: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel by Meg Jackson Page B

sensation, up
and down, up and down, my inner thighs starting to quake now as he let his
fingers draw just slightly nearer with each stroke…

 
    “Oh, holy fuck,” I screamed, piercing the night, as his tongue flicked
over my clit, suddenly, strongly, unleashing a flood inside me as I tried to
contain myself. The sensation was unbearably delicious.

 
    I grasped at his head automatically, running his soft, dark hair
through my fingers as he lapped at my swollen clit steadily, his tongue stiff
against it, then soft, then circling it, then flicking over it, a pattern that
held me in a suspended state of unbearable tension. He was playing me like a
master, my body a finely-tuned violin, his tongue the bow. My legs wrapped
around his head of their own accord, pulling him in closer.

 
    “Oh, holy shit, shit, holy fuck, Reign, shit,” I moaned, over and
over, his name tasting like nectar in my throat as he licked my pussy
methodically, masterfully. My whole world was narrowed and narrowed to an
ever-shrinking point, my clit the center of my own personal paradise, a fire
rising in my face as a pressure built inside my pussy.

 
    His tongue flicked and circled and flicked and circled so warm, so
warm, so soft, and my clit, his tongue, my body stiff like a board, my legs
like tightly wound coils around his neck, my hands pressing his face forward,
wild abandon taking control of me as he brought me closer and closer and closer
to some destination, someplace I’d never been, some shining moment, that point
growing smaller and smaller as he flicked and circled and flicked and circled
and tore me apart with pleasure until finally

 
    I exploded, juices streaming from me, body nearly breaking from my
muscles snapping in sacred release. My pussy clenched and released, over and
over, again and again, my teeth gritted together as I tried to make sense of
the sensations taking over my body, my first climax coming so hard and fast
that I almost couldn’t believe it was happening at all.

 
    My fingers buried themselves into Reign’s hair, clutching desperately,
my toes curling tight to themselves. My hips bucked under his mouth, and my
legs were like a vise around his head. He hadn’t stopped licking at my clit
even as it sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and as I began to sway
gently down from my peak I panted, releasing him, his warm tongue still dancing
over my slit, now lapping at my juices

 
    I lifted myself up once more on my elbows, panting and goggle-eyed,
head spinning with the enormous pleasure I’d just experienced for the first
time ever. I can’t believe I waited so
damn long for that.

 
    Reign looked up at me, his come-hither eyes now smiling as he pulled
away from my tender mound.

 
    “I’ve never…I mean…that was…” I tried to speak, but couldn’t make
sense of my own voice, my own thoughts. Reign wiped his mouth and stood above
me. My hands came automatically, desperately, back to his belt, wanting to
repay him. He let me pull his jeans down, exposing a cock that put Jeremy’s to
shame, massively erect and throbbing before my flushed face.

 
    I gripped the base, my hand stroking up to the plushy head, looking up
at him with gratitude. In a single motion, he’d removed his leather jacket and
shirt, revealing a body that was sculpted from marble, covered in tattoos, with
just a spattering of chest hair crossing his broad, steely pecs .

 
    I leaned in, wanting to taste him, but felt his hands on my shoulders,
keeping me at bay. I looked up, confused, to see him smiling wickedly, a
crooked grin that only rekindled the flames inside me.

 
    “I want to feel you,” he said, pushing me back even further, coming
between my legs once more as I let my body fall to the mattress. No one had
ever been inside me besides Jeremy. My heart was trapped in my throat, each
beat vibrating through my body, as I closed my eyes and prepared myself. “Is
that okay?”

 
    He was asking