Experienced (A Real Man, 4) Read Online Free PDF

off faster than he probably did. I rose up and raised the dress up and over my head. I reached behind me and undid my bra, tossed that aside, and finally looked at Hugo. He was leaning back, staring at me with these hooded eyes. His arousal was clear on his expression, but also in the way his pants tented out in the front.
    He looked huge.
    God, what would it feel like to have him inside of me?
    I shivered at my thoughts.
    “The panties, Sabine. Take the fucking panties off.”
    His voice was deep and husky, and his accent seemed thicker.
    I shifted so I was braced on my back, lifted my lower body, and started taking the panties off. He watched me the whole time, his eyes half-lidded, his massive chest rising and falling.
    Once those were off and I was totally bared for him, I rested back on the bed, my legs closed, my heart racing.
    “Spread, Sabine.” He lifted his gaze up my legs, over my breasts, and looked fully at my face. My nipples were hard, my pussy so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if the sheets were slightly damp beneath me.
    “Let me see you bared for me.”
    I licked my lips and spread my legs. My pussy was bared, my lips parting. But he still stared at my face even though my thighs were wide, my pussy on display for him.
    “Do you want me to look at you?” God, his voice could make me come on its own.
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    “Ask me then.”
    My throat felt so tight, like there was a lump in the center of it. “I want you to look at me between my legs.”
    “Show me.” He still stared into my eyes, and I slowly moved my hand down my belly to the top of my pussy.
    I might not have ever had sex, but I’d been touched, kissed, licked by men. It had been a lackluster experience every time, but I knew this time would be different. I knew, this time, I’d finally reach that peak I always knew I’d find with Hugo.
    When my hand was on my pussy, I slowly spread my fingers through my folds. The pleasure was instant, but it was also because of the way Hugo looked at me … watched me.
    He lowered his gaze to my hand and watched what I was doing for long seconds, and I felt myself build higher to that intense pleasure I knew I could get with him. But in the next instant, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. He lifted my hand to his mouth, inhaled deeply, and this deep, almost animalistic sound left him. His gaze held mine as he licked my fingers clean, making sure that no drop of my pussy cream was still on the digits.
    “I knew you’d taste this good,” he said and leaned in an inch so our faces were so close I could have risen up and kissed him. “I knew you’d be this sweet.”
    He lowered his gaze to my mouth, and I thought he’d kiss me—hoped he would. But instead, he pulled back and took hold of my ankle. While maintaining eye contact, he lowered his mouth to my foot, ran his tongue along the arch on the underside, and groaned deeply. He almost closed his eyes, but they were still open, watching me, seeing my reaction.
    Hugo started running his tongue over my anklebone, moving his lips over my calf, and going higher until he reached my knee. He shifted his hand, smoothing it along the inside of my thigh, but not touching the part of my body that wanted him the most. He kept going, licking, kissing, and gently sucking at my flesh until he made his way to my hipbones.
    I was a liquid mess for him, so ready to feel him stretching me that I would have begged if I’d been able to find my voice.
    He kept moving up my body, teasing his tongue around my belly button before gently dipping it into the small indentations and moving upward. When he got to my breasts, he cupped both mounds in his large hands, pushed them together, and started licking and sucking at the stiff peaks.
    “Am I making you feel good, Sabine?”
    I could only nod, but realized he wasn’t looking at me, and instead lavishing attention on my breasts.
    “Yes,” I whispered.
    “Good, because this is about you and making you