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Grabbing my waist, Easton picks me up and moves us over to the bed. He tosses me down without a care in the world, and while the darkness in his eyes should scare me, it only seems to turn me on. My dress gets ripped the rest of the way off, along with my panties—leaving me fully on display and wanting on the bed in front of him.
“What about you?” I tease. “I'm naked and you're still half dressed.”
The smirk that appears on his face threatens to make me combust on the spot. “That's because I'm not nearly ready to be inside you yet. Not until you're a quivering mess, begging me for it.”
“If you think I'm going to beg after this past week, let me tell you some—”
He cuts me off by practically diving in between my legs and licking one long stripe up my sex. My head presses harshly back against the pillow as my hands grip the bed sheets as tight as I can.
“My God,” I moan. “Fuck, you're good at that.”
Two fingers slip inside me and immediately press on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Meanwhile, Easton lifts his head and gives me a teasing look.
“You were saying?”
I try to keep an irritated look plastered across my face, but he only sees it as a challenge. He presses harder on my g-spot, and I lose it in an instant. He knows exactly what I want, and he's holding it over my head.
As he starts to move his fingers in and out, he sucks my clit into his mouth. I bite onto my fist to avoid making this room sound like a live-action porno, but it barely makes a difference. This man has one goal right now, and that's to make me scream his name. No part of him will stop until that happens.
I can feel my orgasm building, but I need something more. Something harder. I reach down and lace my fingers into his hair, arching against his face. He must be able to tell I'm close because his fingers start working faster and he hums as he flicks his tongue exactly the way I like it. And when it finally hits, it rips through me with no mercy. Easton moans against me as he laps up everything I'm willing to give him, and fuck. It's hot as hell.
“More,” I tell him as he stops. “I need more.”
He stands beside the bed, eyes locked with mine as he undoes his belt. “Now, now. What did I tell you?”
“Easton,” I breathe.
Shaking his head, he undresses the rest of the way in one move. His cock springs free, rock hard and an angry shade of red as he stands tall—completely unashamed and confident as hell. He takes it into his hand and lightly pumps as he grins at me. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's loving every fucking second of it.
After grabbing a condom from the nightstand and slipping it on, he kneels on the bed in front of me. For a second, I think he's going to give me what I want, but of course it's never that easy. Not with him.
With his dick still firmly in his hand, he runs it up and down my pussy. It's a tease, and torture, and all I want is for him to slip inside me. I breathe heavily as I try to stay strong, but that's turning out to be more difficult than I thought.
“Say the words, Kennedy,” he orders.
I shake my head and he starts teasing at my hole—pressing in the tiniest bit only to pull it back out again.
“Say it.”
“Fuck you.”
The corner of his mouth raises. “I'd love to, baby. All you have to do is ask.”
No. I can't. It's giving him everything he wants, and after what he did, I don't know that he deserves it. But then...what if he gets it from someone else instead? If I don't give it to him, is he going to get it from another girl? From Tessa?
“Please,” I beg, and even as I say it I’m ashamed of my lack of self-control. “I need you. Please.”
He grins triumphantly and pushes inside in an instant, throwing his head back and letting out a growl as he bottoms out. The feeling of being so full of him, it's everything I didn't realize I need.
This connection.
This moment.
Him and me.
Us.
He bends down and presses his lips to mine as he thrusts into me. His tongue dances with mine, and I can taste myself on him. It's sweet yet a little salty, and it always feels like a claim—knowing the taste of me coats his entire mouth.
