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He groaned and straightened, pulling at my shirt. He was hidden from sight, and I yanked at the cotton, clearing it from my head and clawing for him. He stepped back and I followed, almost falling off the end of the bed and onto my knees, the fur rug cushioning the impact. I tucked my feet beneath me and my new position put his crotch front and center before me. Beneath the black fabric, his cock twitched.
I reached for it and he gently pushed my hands away. He looped his fingers underneath the waist of the underwear and pulled down, the material silently dropping to the floor.
I stared and forgot, for a single moment, how to breathe.
* * *
DARIO
His attempt to gain the upper hand was going haywire. She was on her knees, in the most subservient position he could envision, and still held all the power. The way she looked at his cock … he groaned and stepped closer, his hand settling on the back of her head and pulling it forward till it met his shaft.
“Just kiss it.”
She obeyed, her eyes meeting his as she planted a line of soft kisses along its length. She opened her mouth and he almost broke in the moment her tongue darted out and flicked against the underside of his shaft.
“How many men have you done this with?”
She only shook her head in response, refusing to answer the question. It didn’t matter. From this point forward, her mouth was only his. That’s what mattered. His to kiss, his to enjoy, his to experience. He couldn’t bear the thought of her on her knees before another man, couldn’t bear the thought of another man witnessing this sight, experiencing the tentative touch of her wet tongue sliding along his length. He threaded his hands through her hair and gripped it, tilting her head back, her mouth open as if waiting for more.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
She was. Too beautiful for a scarred-up thug like him. Too pure for his violence. Too naive for his deception.
She paused at the head of his cock, and he reached down, gripping the base of it and gently running the crown of it over her open lips. She flicked her tongue out, and he grinned. “Tease.”
“You’re the one who’s too bossy to let me do a proper job.”
It wasn’t fair, the combination of assets that this woman possessed. The fearlessness. Sexuality. Wit. She was the most tempting woman he’d ever experienced, and that was dangerous. She closed her eyes and took him down her throat, a wet flex of sensation that had his balls clenching, the pleasure so great that he took a long moment of selfish enjoyment. She bobbed her head, taking him as far as she could, and it was one of the hottest feelings he’d ever had.
The sensation, paired with his long abstinence … he stepped away from that mouth before he got distracted from his purpose—bringing her pleasure. He nodded at her to stand up. “Take off your pants.”
Meeting her eyes, he prayed for forgiveness over the shit-storm he was about to start.
* * *
BELL
“Please…”
I clawed at the sheets and begged, for the third time, for him. I turned my head and bared my teeth, biting at his bicep muscle. He growled and pulled my hair, removing my teeth from his skin. He was above me, his forearm alongside my head and holding his weight, his body light atop mine. Too light. He pressed forward with his hips and his bare erection slid over my mound. I was so wet the motion was audible, the slick meeting of our bodies perfect, had his cock been just an inch lower.
“I need it.” I panted the words, my hands gripping his hips, trying to pull him tighter to me. He shut me up with his mouth, his touch moving from my breast and sliding down to the place where our bodies met. I tightened, already aware, from earlier orgasms, of what his fingers could do. I clawed at his back and yelped when he pushed two digits inside of me.
“One more and I’ll stop,” he promised.
I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted hours of this, assuming this included penetration of more than his fingers and his tongue. Not that I was complaining. God knew that foreplay was a lost art, one this man had mastered. But it wasn’t fair to have such a beautiful dick and torture someone by withholding it.
“Fuck me.” I gritted out the command, lifting my hips off the bed as his fingers hit my g-spot.
“I don’t have a condom.”
Ugh. A piece of sense in this torturous session. I tightened my grip on his back and gasped as another orgasm built—the third so far tonight.
“I—” I stopped as my legs tensed, my back arched, the orgasm swelled. Bold and glorious, it ripped a soundless scream from my throat as he furiously worked his fingers, his eyes tight on mine. Chords of intense pleasure rippled across me and I bucked against his hold, riding out the sensation, then curled in, everything fading into a mess of languid aftershocks. His hand softened and retreated as he lifted off me. I saw, in the haze of pleasure, his large frame settling back on his knees as he jacked off quickly, his fist a blur of rough motion. He held me down with his other hand, keeping me in place.
