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I lick my lips, my heart racing at the thought of asking for what I want. He waits, torturing me with slow licks of my poor nipples, sending jolts of pleasure across my body.

“I-want-your-tongue-on-me,” I rush out, my cheeks burning more, and he stops, looking up at me, his tongue darting to lick my nipple again.

“It is on you,” he replies huskily, so calm, so collected when I feel so needy, so desperate.

“Steele,” I whine, and he smirks again.

“Where do you need my tongue, Flower?” He’s all coiled predator, the energy thrumming off him in waves that I know will drown me. I just don’t know why he’s not taking me like I want him to. I open my legs, and a single brow raises. “Use your words, sweetness.”

Anger flares hot and bright inside me, not just at him, but at my inability to ask for what I want. To take something, just for me. Without thinking, I push down on his shoulders, and he follows my direction until his face is over my crotch. His hot breath fans over my core, and I whimper.

“Here,” I tell him, hoping it’s enough. “I want your tongue here.”

His head lowers, and my eyes pop open when he takes a huge inhale, a low rumble coming from his throat like I’m the best thing he’s smelled in years.

“You want my tongue on this sweet pussy?”

Good god when he says things like that I think I might combust right here.

“Yes, please, Steele, please,” I beg, forgetting anything other than getting his tongue on my damp folds.

“Then you need to ask for it, baby,” he instructs me, looking up at me from between my legs. I look down at him, at the dark warmth of his hands against my pale thighs, and my breath leaves me completely. ““Steele, please eat my pussy”. That’s all you need to say.”

I let out a shaky exhale, holding his gaze as I drum up the courage to ask for this. It’s just, asking is hard, and I thought with all his primal energy he might just take what he wants, which I want him to do. But he seems set on me asking him, as if he knows this is difficult for me.

“Steele,” I pause, taking another breath. “Steele, please eat my pussy.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“HXWL” BY VICE MONRÖE

STEELE

Fuck, hearing her saying those words does something to my hindbrain and the sound of fabric ripping registers before I realize I’ve torn her sleep shorts down the middle.

“Good girl,” I purr, watching the way her pretty pink pussy clenches at my words.

Normally I’d let my instincts take over, lose myself completely like I started to when she first pulled me to her. I'm a primal Dom. Not everyone's built for that kind of intensity — the chasing, the marking, the losing myself in it a little. It's not about anger. It's the most honest I ever get to be. Though many have been scared off on account of my size and scars.

But when she first hesitated to ask for what she wanted, I knew I had to hold back. I had to get her to ask for this, because she shouldn’t be afraid to take something for herself. Especially if it involves my tongue on her cunt.

I don’t make her wait, the outraged sound due to me shredding her clothes turning to the sexiest goddamn moan I’ve ever heard when I push my face into the apex of her thick thighs and feast.

Fucking hell she tastes like all my favourite things. Sweet and musky and I push my face in more, grabbing her legs and placing them over my shoulders so I can go deeper, spearing my tongue inside her to gather more of her nectar.

Her nails scrape along my scalp, sending tendrils of pleasure along my spine as I lick inside her hot walls. God I never want to come up for air, so I push my nose into her lower lips, inhaling her scent as I fuck her with my tongue.

“Steele! Jesus! Fuck!” She’s almost incoherent which just won’t do at all. I want her unable to utter a fucking word, so I pull my tongue out, moving up to her clit which is hard as a pebble. I suck and her back bows off the bed, but I hold her down, using my tongue to flick and caress her little bud while I suck.

The texture of her changes, going a little rough moments before a shattered cry falls from her lips and suddenly my mouth is full of her liquid release. A deep groan leaves me. Fuck, she’s a squirter and I’m gonna drink her down like the ambrosia she is. I don’t stop, sucking and slurping her until she’s boneless, her small hands trying to push me away.

I give her a final lick, because I’m an asshole who loves her little whimpering cries, then prop myself up on my elbows. Christ she’s a picture. Like something out of a painting, all flushed pearly skin, wild hair and lowered lids, her breasts heaving with every breath.

“Jesus, Steele,” she chuckles. “Where on earth did you learn to do that? I feel like you stole my soul right out of my vagina.”

I laugh, my chest warming at her praise. “Stole your soul, huh?”

“Sucked it right from my cooch.” I laugh again, deep and loud. This woman.