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This man who awoke a deep, carnal part of me—a part of me that makes me nothing more than a wet fucking woman around him who constantly craves his touch, his cock, his kiss.
And he knows it. He knows how badly I want him. He uses it like a weapon against me, teasing me until I almost combust and beg him to fuck me, but unlike other men, he isn’t afraid to show me just how much he needs me too. He wants me just as badly.
Nothing with him is shameful. He owns every inch of his desire for me, and that is fucking addictive, even more than the mind-blowing orgasms he gives me every single time. Now, however, rather than slow, drawn-out fucking, I need a quick, satisfying, hard fuck to fill this void I’ve had all day without him.
Afterwards, we can do it slowly, but right now?
I need him inside of me more than I need my next breath.
“Alaric,” I whisper, knowing what his name on my lips does to him. Staring out at the city lights, I groan when his huge hands press to the glass on either side of my head, pinning me in place. I should feel weak, trapped, but if anything, I feel safe. Excited. He offers me that when he’s around—a space to relax and enjoy.
“Layla, you drive me crazy. Do you know what you do to me?”
Isn’t that what I was just thinking?
He nudges my head, turning it to the side so he can run his nose along my neck to my ear where he bites. “I need you every minute of every day. You’re all I think about in every waking moment. Even my dreams are filled with the taste and feel of you. I can’t even concentrate at work,” he finishes, kissing my neck again with a groan.
“I get wet whenever you even look at me,” I admit, feeling brave since I’m not looking at him. He knows every inch of my body, including what makes me scream and what makes me laugh. He knows the stories behind any scars, like when I fell and sliced my foot at work. In this, we know each other better than anyone else. It gives me confidence and makes me own my desire for him. “Like now, I’m dripping.” Reaching up, I grasp his hand and drag it down my body, sliding it under my dress to my panties.
He groans in my ear, pushing my hand aside and taking over. Alaric strokes those long, thick fingers across the wet material. “Fuck, I love how wet you get for me.”
He must be feeling impatient too, because his fingers push aside my underwear and glide along my wetness. “Spread your legs for me, baby girl,” he orders, and like the good, orgasm greedy girl I am, I do.
I use the glass to hold myself up while those talented fingers drag down my pussy, circle my hole, and then move back up to my clit. He flicks it, making me cry out. “That’s it, let me hear you,” he murmurs into my ear. He taps it over and over, alternating between that and slowly pushing a finger inside me.
But it’s not enough.
I want faster, harder.
“Alaric, I need you to make me come,” I demand, knowing he’ll listen, and just like that I’m rewarded for asking for what I want, which makes me realize that’s what he was waiting for.
He rips himself away with a snarl, one that has me clenching as I remember all the ways this man has fucked me, claimed me, filled me, and stained my skin with his cum. Every time I look at him, I’m dripping wet, waiting for the next thing he will show me.
“Please,” I beg, knowing he likes it when I’m vocal. I wiggle my ass and push it out. His deep, heavy breathing flows across my neck, and then suddenly his warmth is gone.
“Don’t fucking move or I’ll take that innocent little ass instead of your pussy and watch my cum drip from it,” he calls, moving farther away into the room. The dirty words have me gasping as I imagine just that. The thought shouldn’t turn me on, but as usual with Alaric, everything he says does.
He chuckles like he knows that, the cocky bastard.
Turning my head, I press my overheated cheek to the glass, letting it cool my skin as I wait. I grow cold and impatient as I hear him rummaging around for something.
“Aha,” he murmurs, and then I hear his footsteps approach me and his warmth returns, pressed to my back along with something . . . cold. He trails it down my arm and across my side. “I got you a present today.”
“You did?” I whisper, leaning into him.
“Yes, do you want to know what?” There’s a challenge in his tone that has me considering it for a split second, but the truth is I want everything he has to offer.
“Yes,” I purr as that coldness drags across my ass. When it touches my wet pussy, I shudder with a groan.
“It will feel so good, baby girl,” he promises. “When I saw it, I knew I had to try it on you. I want to hear you scream because of it and watch you come apart again and again. I want to feel it around my cock as you drench it with that sweet release.”
His words almost cause me to stiffen in anticipation, wondering what the gift is, but then suddenly, I know.
There’s a low hum, and something wraps around my engorged clit. It feels like a gentle suction. The vibrations nearly have my eyes crossing, and my empty cunt clamps down as I fall farther forward. “Oh my God, what is that?” I murmur breathlessly.
The suction suddenly increases, like his mouth when he eats my cunt, but it’s so much more. It’s stronger, demanding pleasure from every corner of my being. My entire focus is drawn to my clit as I rock my hips, unable to stop myself from chasing the orgasm I can already feel building.
“It has different speeds. Let’s see, shall we?”
