Page 177 of The Wright Man

"Let's see how many other ways we can make you come," he murmured, a dark rumble in his chest, rubbing slow, tantalizing circles over my clit. Just enough pressure to drive me insane. Not enough to get me there.

"Goddamn, Angel," he muttered, voice thick with hunger. "You're soaked. All this for me?"

I nodded, dazed again. Floating.

But he stilled his hand. "Use your words."

"Y-yes," I panted. "It's for you. All of it."

He resumed the motion, firmer now. More purposeful. "That's right. That's my girl. You feel that? How good you feel under my hand?"

"Yes," I whimpered, clawing at the sheets.

"You deserve this. Every fucking second. Say it."

"I... I deserve this."

"Say it like you mean it. Like I mean it."

"I deserve this," I cried out, louder this time. "Maleek, please—"

"Mm-mm, you ain't gotta beg," he said, stroking me faster, harder, more deliberate now. "Not with me. You never gotta beg again."

And then I shattered again.

It rolled over me like a wave, violent and cleansing. My hips bucked, my cry muffled by his mouth as he kissed me through it, swallowing every gasp, every moan.

"There you go," he praised, voice full of wonder and adoration, "That's what I wanted. Look at you, Angel..."

I was still trembling when he hooked his fingers into my panties, tugged them to the side, and slid a finger through my folds.

"Fuck," he groaned, like the feel of me was holy. "You're so hot. So slick. That because of me?"

I nodded again, helpless. Aching.

"I need to hear it."

"Yes. It's you. It's always you."

He slid one thick finger inside me, then another, and I nearly came undone again.

My hips jerked, oversensitive and overwhelmed. Still sparking from the first two orgasms, I tried to squirm away, panting.

"Can't," I breathed. "I can't, Maleek. It's too much."

He didn't let up.

"You can. I know you can give me one more. Keep those pretty eyes on me."

I squirmed again, tried to pull back, but he pinned my hips with one firm hand.

"Stop running." His voice was soft, but commanding. "Take what I'm giving you. You deserve it."

His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I cried out, hips bucking, hands clawing at his back.

"God, Maleek, please—"

"Tell me what you want."