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He takes a predatory step to me. “You do it for me, Rosie.”
The rasp in his voice has me clenching my thighs.
He kicks the chair out from the end of the dining table, then scoops me up in one motion.
He plants me on the wooden tabletop, then drags the chair back to the head of the table. He sits, putting him eye level my center. My knees clamp together as I settle on my palms behind me.
His rough hands run up my thighs. “Spread, baby.”
I shiver as I slowly drop them open, being as vulnerable as I’ve ever been with a man. He lands a kiss on the inside of my knee, then glides his palm up under me, bringing me closer to his mouth.
“You know how long I’ve waited to do this?” He asks.
My throat is dry, and I claw, searching for the edge of the table to hold me steady. He was so close, yet so far away and the anticipation of what he could do was killing me. I knew in my bones by the end of this I would completely belong to him. In every way.
“A long fucking time,” he mutters.
As soon as the words left his mouth, I felt the smooth swipe of his tongue. My knees drop even further, and I tilt my head back on a gasp.
He hums before asking, “You know what you taste like, Rosie?” His tongue slid lazily through my center again. “You taste like, mine.”
Chapter 38
Greyson
Tilly’s back arches off the table as soon as my tongue touches her again. I was both rock hard and pissed off at the fact Blaine fucking McKnight got to have her. That he got to taste her. Touch her.
I’m pretty sure he got the message after I left his condo tonight. I gave him the ring, a bloody nose, and a few more punches to drive home that if he ever comes near my girl again, it will be the last thing he does.
My palm presses down on her stomach, holding her against the table as I ravish her. My plan was to erase the last memory she had of this table. I planned for her to blush from now on anytime she even looked at it.
“Grey…” she groans as she reaches down, frantically tugging on my hair.
She yanks as she works her hips against me, placing my lips exactly where she wants them. Her smooth legs start to quiver, so I slowly add two fingers, curling them up as they slip inside her heat. She’s tight, and the thought makes my cock pulse against the zipper of my jeans.
Her cries echo through the cabin as she rides my face. I move the hand that’s under her, tracing the curve of her hip all the way up to her breast.
Her nipples are hard, and apparently sensitive because when I pinch one between my fingers, I can feel her grip the two fingers that are still lodged inside her.
Her hands leave my hair, balling into fists as he slams them down. “Grey…” she moans just before I clamp down on her, sucking that spot I know will have her crying my name over and over.
Which she does, until every last drop is on my tongue. When she finally relaxes, I rise from my chair. Her blonde hair is splayed out across the dark wood, her eyes heavy, and her body spread out. Just for me. I reach behind me, yanking my shirt over my head. It hits the floor, then my pants. I had my jeans and briefs off in less than three seconds and my aching cock in my hand.
I stroke myself as I run my hand up her stomach, then in between her breast. They were perfect, and I tweak one of her nipples again as I line myself up.
“You ready for this, Rosie?” I ask.
She nods.
“Words, baby.” I roll the other nipple between my fingers.
“Yes. Please,” she breathes out.
“Since you said please.” I trace my tip along her slit.
“You’re mine. All of you.” I press forward, sliding just the tip of my cock inside her.
“Yes.”
