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He grasped her head in both hands and pulled her toward his groin, urging her on. Begging her to take what he wasn’t even capable of voicing.
Kylie reached between his legs to palm his balls while she slid her mouth up and down until wetness coated his rock-hard length. The sounds of her devouring him filled the room, broken only by his harsh grunts. His hips drove forward, but she didn’t balk.
Her eyes only offered a silent demand for more.
God, she hadn’t been kidding about being experienced. In a minute he’d be growling like an animal. Fucking her mouth felt damn close to heaven, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to stop her before the gates closed.
With a groan, he gripped her hair and pulled her off him. Control was something he didn’t have. Not when it came to her. He expected her to protest, but she didn’t. She just smiled as if she knew exactly how good she was at rocking his world.
Still smiling, she feathered her fingertips over the black sun tattoo that spread its rays from his navel out toward his ribs. “Some kid dare you to get this too?”
“No. This one was all my idea.” He swallowed to try to alleviate his dry throat. “It’s a reminder. The sun always comes up, no matter how long the night. No matter how dark.”
“It’s incredibly sexy,” she said after a moment, her expression as soft as her touch.
He gave her a lazy grin. Last thing he wanted was for her to be sad—or to be consumed with thoughts of what she’d left behind. “Think you might have said that before.”
“All of you is sexy.” She encircled his cock with her fingers, though they had trouble stretching around his width. Her tongue darted out and lapped at the bead of arousal on the crown. “I’ve wanted you for months.”
The admission prodded his need even more. Already his balls hung heavy between his legs. How much longer he could withstand her onslaught, he didn’t know, but his hands weren’t gentle as he guided her lips around him once more. She was too good at this, and he ached too much. “But?”
She only sucked for a moment before she drew her well-used mouth away. “But I was with…him, and I thought it’d pass. I figured some of it was because I was unhappy in my relationship. I didn’t think you’d match me in bed, but that was okay.”
He chuckled, though her concerns about his prowess burned. “I was drunk that night in college. We fell into bed, and you fell out of it before I barely had a chance to touch you.”
“It wasn’t just that. You were so careful with me. I never wanted that. There was a part of me, one I couldn’t admit, that wanted to be taken hard. That needed to take someone right back.” She tipped her head back and met his gaze. The naked vulnerability in her eyes yanked his heart out of his chest and left him bleeding. “Part of me wondered if you’d changed. If we came together again, maybe it would be different. I could help you see what we could be together. But you don’t need my help.”
“No, but I do need something else. That gorgeous pussy on my mouth.”
She rose and gestured to the floor. Much to his pleasure, her face was as flushed as if she’d had an orgasm. “Lie down.”
A smile teased his lips. Seeing her own form in response—she had so many variations of smiles, and he’d grown adept at reading her moods from them—went a long way to smoothing out the rawness in his gut.
Bruises and scratches aside, she hadn’t been injured too badly last night. And Rob hadn’t broken her. Sexually or emotionally.
She was okay.
He lay down and extended his hand, winding his fingers around her wrist and drawing her down on top of him. Her hair fell forward as they linked hands, and she poised above his cock, her thighs widening just enough for the tip of him to flirt with her drenched heat.
Back and forth she rubbed, the fire in the hearth mirrored in her eyes. He felt as if he were staring into the center of a flame, the blue growing and licking at the dark of her pupils. Her palms pressed his into the carpet as she angled forward, dangling her breasts over his waiting mouth like low-hanging fruit. He sucked one peach nipple, dragging his tongue ring over the sensitive skin until he’d taken half her breast into his mouth.
“Moan for me,” he breathed against her flesh.
A cry ripped from her throat. She pulled a hand free and laid it against the side of his face, directing him with the pressure of her gaze. “How does my skin taste?” Her nails grazed his temple when he skimmed the ring against her swollen nipple. “Do you like sucking my tits, Justin?” The question ended on a whimper.
Between the sound of her husky voice, the tight bud pressed against his tongue, and the slickness rubbing against his cock, how the hell was he supposed to remember his promise not to want more than she could give?
She made him crave all her tomorrows. One day with her would never be enough.
“You’re delicious.” She cried out again as he bit down and marked her skin. “Just like that sweet pussy of yours. Better than any whipped cream in the world.”
She released a strangled half laugh. “You say the most flattering things.
”
“Glad you approve.”
“I do. But I’d rather your mouth be busy doing something other than talking.”
