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‘I don’t think so,’ he murmured, lifting it away. ‘Tonight, that’s mine.’
Her breath was rapid, her teeth biting into her lower lip.
Placing her arms above her, he caught her wrists lightly in one hand, holding them to the mattress. She arched her chest, as if begging to be touched.
Even though he wanted nothing more than to press his body to hers, he kept an inch of space between them, ghosting kisses across the skin of her neck until she was squirming, her legs locking behind his, trying to pull him onto her. Leaning his hips forward, he rubbed the length of his cock against her pussy and she let out a little cry.
‘I thought you were going to be quiet,’ he whispered. ‘Should I stop?’
‘No, no, no, no, no,’ she panted. ‘I’ll be quiet. Don’t stop.’
Leaning his weight onto her, his hips kept up a rhythm against her clit, and his lips found hers. His tongue teased her, sweeping into her mouth, then withdrawing. She whimpered, and he kissed her again, his free hand cupping her breast. As his fingers captured her nipple, he swallowed her cry, his kiss now possessive, ravaging.
She writhed beneath him, but he wasn’t forcing her wrists to the bed above her head. She’d completely surrendered, her back arching higher with every breath, her legs tightening around his.
James tried to divorce his mind from the sensations shooting through his body, keeping focused with clinical precision on the task of making Estelle come apart. He wasn’t inside her, but his cock was slick with her juices, and the friction between it, her pussy and his abs, was almost enough to send him over the edge.
Her tongue tangled with his, her body trembling, frantic, as if she was lost in a collapsing maze, desperately trying to find the way out.
Stay with me, Star. I’ll get you there.
As he felt her hurtling towards her own release, he pinned her to the bed with his mouth and his cock, grinding into her pussy as she stiffened then jerked beneath him. He kept circling his hips, slowing as she softened, then went limp beneath him.
Releasing her hands, he moved down her body, kneeling on the floor and hooking her legs over his shoulders.
She made a small sound of confusion, shifting as if to get up, but he lay her back, his hands coming to her breasts as he buried his face in her pussy.
‘Oh, my god,’ she whispered as he sucked her clit. ‘Ohhhhh…’
He glanced up and tweaked her nipples. ‘Quiet,’ he rumbled. ‘Or I’m going to stop.’
Her expression was dazed, but she nodded, flopping back, her hand covering her mouth.
James lowered his head, using all the tricks he knew to get a woman off. Every one of his senses was attuned to each small and subtle movement Estelle made: every sound, every breath. There was no compromise, no room for laziness in his performance. He was James Hunter-Savage, and he was going to be the fuck of Estelle Foxbrooke’s life.
Power rushed through him as her thighs shook and shuddered. Every flick of his tongue seemed to send an electric shock through her. Rolling her hardened nipples, he held her to the bed, licking faster and faster until she went stratospheric, her body twisting into his touch, a strangled cry escaping.
He eased her gently down, but as soon as she went boneless, he inched two fingers inside her, his other hand pressing on her lower abdomen, pulling her clit higher. She didn’t resist, angling her hips to his mouth, squeezing around his fingers as he curled the tips, rubbing them against her G-spot.
His cock throbbed painfully, but he ignored it. Nothing mattered more than proving himself to her. Estelle had disdained and dismissed him, but now he wanted to leave no doubt in her mind that he was the man for her, both in bed and out of it. His life had been a car crash for over a year, but now he was on the up. He could get his life back in London and he could win Estelle.
Her moans were getting louder, and he prayed his parents were fast asleep in their room down the hall. As Estelle’s breath became a gasp and her pussy clenched around his fingers, he pressed firmly on her G-spot and sucked hard on her clit. She detonated with a cut-off scream, thrashing on the bed, her pussy gushing as she came.
He rode out the waves of her orgasm, then stood, going to the bathroom for a condom. Returning, he stared at her sprawled out on his bed, her legs still hanging off the end. She was a goddess. A warrior. Mine.
Crooking a finger, she beckoned him forward. ‘Gimme.’
Lifting her onto the bed, he settled between her legs and gazed at her, his heart tripping over itself.
Keep it together.
Lowering his lips to her ear, he bit the lobe.
She squeaked.
‘How do you want it?’ he rumbled.
‘Dealer’s choice,’ she murmured. ‘You won. So you get to do whatever you want to me.’
