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This time when he circles my hips, he gently thrusts upwards and I gasp, my hands planting firmly on his chest to keep me from collapsing.
“Like that?”
“God, yes.”
He repeats the action again, teasing me. “Touch yourself, princess. Come for me.”
I can’t do that. I’m already so…exposed. Internally I cringe, then decide to play Axel at his own game.
Shaking my head, I smirk down at him. “That wasn’t the deal. You said you’d make me scream, not that I had to do it myself. You made it sound like you wanted to compete with Kaiden, but I didn’t see him asking me to take care of myself.”
It works a little too well.
With a grunt of frustration, he sits and then picks me up. He’s still buried to the hilt inside of me, but he proves just how strong he really is by lifting me as though I weigh nothing. He slams me against the side of the wardrobe and spears me with a stern glare.
“Don’t move,” he warns.
Taking a half step back, he strips his shirt over his head and I drink in the sight of him like I’m parched. I’ve never been able to resist staring at Axel, he’s always fascinated me, but as he strips off his sweats and his boxers, leaving nothing to my imagination anymore, my brain overloads.
“My face is up here, Peony.” I don’t even need to look at his damn face to see his smirk. I hear it in his teasing baritone. I don’t even have my wits about me enough to be embarrassed.
How the fuck did I fit that inside me?
I’m sure my eyes are bulging almost as much as his angry-looking tip. I can see the veins pulsing in his shaft, which is glistening with my arousal. Like I’ve claimed it as mine.
I like that.
Axel curls a finger under my chin and raises my head to meet his. “Are you done? Like something you see?”
“It’s okay.” I shrug nonchalantly, totally bullshitting like my life depends on it and praying he ignores the wetness gleaming on my thighs.
“I’ll give you okay,” he threatens, hooking his arms under my legs and spreading me wide open for him. Over his shoulder I can just make out our reflection in the mirror. Axel's muscles ripple with his movements, the ebony ink contrasting his pale skin seeming alive.
“Challenge accepted, princess. You better hold on.”
With quick, deep thrusts and the grind of his abs against my clit, he makes embarrassingly short work of stealing my first orgasm from my lips.
“Was that okay?” He throws me onto the bed and buries his face between my legs so that I can’t answer even if I could scramble my brains long enough to figure out what the fuck he’s on about.
His tongue down there…wow. I thought Kaiden had skills? While Kaiden moved with enthusiasm, Axel attacks with precision and catastrophic consequences. As with everything he sets his mind to, he easily conquers me. My second and third orgasms make dark spots dance at the edge of my vision.
I swear that his tongue might just be my new favourite thing in the world. I scream and come so hard that I squirt – and just as I’m dying of embarrassment, he scoops up the mess with his finger, and while staring into my eyes, pushes it gently back inside of me. It shouldn’t be hot, but it really is.
He then proceeds to suck it all back out again with his tongue. It’s so dirty and raw he has me half out of my mind with the need to release again.
“Get on your knees,” he demands once he’s made me turn to jelly once more. I honestly don’t think I can come again – four has to be my limit – but I know Axel won’t be outdone. He can’t even bear to draw. A draw just means there’s two losers in Axel’s mind. And he has to be the champion in all things – my pleasure included.
My throat is red raw from screaming, so I don’t have it in me to protest, but he still lands a stinging slap to my ass when I don’t move fast enough for his liking. I hiss at the contact, more because it was unexpected than actually painful.
“You love it,” he says with a smirk.
“Fuck you.”
“You did that already. It’s my turn. Again.”
He rubs the tip of his cock against my slit, back and forth teasing as he slides between my wet folds, but not entering me. Does he expect me to beg? I won’t give him the satisfaction.
Until he bumps against my clit and I moan. It’s already hypersensitive from the attention of his tongue, yet it still feels so good. I wriggle and push back a little, silently asking for more.
