Page 107 of Never Tear Us Apart


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As the song changes from “Run Riot” to “Hysteria” the kiss grows with intensity and our bodies, more desperate.

Slapping a hand down on the bed, he pushes the papers to the floor, then grabs the back of his shirt and lifts it overhead. Doing the same, I throw my shirt to the floor, followed by my bra, and he pushes down his shorts, then reaches for mine, wiggling them down and off.

When we’re both naked he lays down and while claiming my mouth again, brings a hand between my legs, as I reach for his eager cock.

“Shit,” he moans in my mouth as I swipe my thumb over the head and run my hand down his shaft.

“Yes,” I sigh as he dips two fingers inside me and moves them around and around, stretching me, before sliding off the bed, and kneeling.

Tugging me down to the edge, he drapes my legs over his shoulders, and when I feel his mouth on my pussy as he grabs my tits, I arch my back and cry out in ecstasy.

“Shit, baby, you’re so wet.” He tugs me closer, while spearing me with his tongue.

“Don’t stop.” I grip the bed with both hands and tip my hips up; clit pulsing as my body tightens like a coil about to spring free.

Sliding his hands down my body, he grips my ass then slowly stands, lifting my lower body up with him off the bed. Standing with my ass in his hands, and his mouth on my pussy, he looks like a god and I am his offering.

With my shoulders the only part of my body touching the bed, I brace myself with both palms and push my hips up, letting him devour me as I come.

“Oh my god,” I pant, as he sucks my clit through my release, and when nerves stop firing and my muscles slacken, he lays me down gently and reaches for my nightstand.

I lick my lips, waiting for him to slip on a condom, but when I see him holding my vibrator, I push up on both elbows. “What are you doing with that?”

“This,” his eyes smolder, “is the only other dick you will have besides mine, Ellery. You want a threesome, then I’ll be the one to give it to you. Me, you, and this.”

I can’t believe he has my vibrator in his hand. My very pink, very used vibrator. I could die from embarrassment.

“Oh baby,” he grins when I cover my face, “don’t be embarrassed. The idea you were using this and not fucking everything that walks makes my dick hard.”

“Cruz…” I groan.

“I only have one question,” he taunts. I peek through my fingers and he waves it back and forth. “When you used it, did you always think of me?”

I drop my hands and sit up, giving him a sneaky smile. “That is for me to know, and you to find out.”

“Oh yeah?” He turns it on. “Is that a challenge?”

He looks at me and waggles his brows, and when he sees me staring back at him with fierce determination, he brings itbetween my legs, presses it against my clit, then turns it on.

Feeling the familiar buzzing against my sensitive clit I lay my head back and moan. But then he eases it into me and turns it up one speed, and my eyes roll back in my head. I may have just come, and my nerves may still be tingling, but I was well on my way to coming again.

I rock my hips slowly as he eases it in and out of me, eyes dark and heated. “Fuck…me…” he rasps.

I bite my bottom lip, breasts getting harder and heavier with the build of my arousal. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

“No god, baby. Just me. So confession time. Tell your god who you thought of while using this.”

“You,” I puff out as my hips buck. “Always…you.”

“Good girl,” he growls.

“Now spread those legs, gorgeous and open your mouth.”

I widen my legs, wanting more, wanting all of him, and he kneels on the bed, hovering over me.

“Look at you, so needy for me.” He brings the vibrator to my mouth, pressing the tip against my lips while thrusting two fingers inside me. “Did you suck it while thinking of me, Ellery?” I lick the rubber tip and he groans. “Shit yeah you did. You sucked this, then fucked it, wishing it were me, didn’t you?”

I never sucked my vibrator. But I did think about Cruz every single time. Well, there may have been a time or two when I was staring at my poster of Johnny Depp, but ninety-nine point nine percent of the time I was thinking about Cruz.

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