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I swallow roughly as he seats himself back between my thighs. “Don’t worry, little devil I plan on taking it slow.” His hand wraps around the broad base of his erection, and he slowly runs it up the length. “By the time I slide into you, you’ll be so wet that you won’t feel a thing.”
I stare up at him, not believing a word he’s saying. No amount of prep could prepare me for that.
With another arrogant-sounding chuckle, he leans in to press a quick, reassuring kiss to my lips. “I promise, beautiful. You won’t feel a thing. I’ll have you gushing all over this sofa before I go anywhere near you.” My cheeks heat with embarrassment at his dirty words, eliciting yet another dark rumble of laughter. He’s visibly enjoying himself at my expense. “I want this sofa so covered in cum that I have to burn it in the morning.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
With a gentleness I hadn’t expected, he takes my hand and closes each of my fingers around his erection. The skin is surprisingly smooth with a silky texture, warm and inviting, and I find myself strangely entranced as he begins to glide my hand up and down. He’s so wide that I can’t even fully wrap my fingers around him, not that he seems to mind as he shows me how much pressure to apply.
When he lifts his hand away, I continue to pump him, drinking in every tense of his abs and hitch to his breath. I can understand now why he was so intent on watching my reactions to what he was doing to me. There’s something so addictive about it, knowing that I’m the one responsible for his unraveling.
“Just like that,” he encourages. “You’re a natural. That feels incredible.”
The next time my hand slides toward his engorged head, I swipe my thumb over his slit, gathering the bead of precum and smearing it. He jerks in my hand, his hips thrusting forward as he groans.
He gently removes my hand, and when I stare up at him in confusion, worried I’ve done something wrong, he explains, “I’m going to come if you keep touching me like that, and the only place I’m planting my seed is deep inside you, once you’re hoarse from screaming my name.” His gaze lowers over me. “What I really want to do now is taste your essence when you come on my tongue.”
Lifting one leg, he unzips my boot and slips it off. Pressing a kiss to my inner ankle, he moves to the other leg, doing the same. Sliding his hands up the outside of my legs, he shimmies closer until he can tuck his fingers beneath the waistband of my leather pants and peel them and my panties off.
His eyes drink in every inch of exposed skin. “God, you’re breathtaking.”
Surging forward, he kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as his thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs and begins to rub, stealing the last of my breath.
“Oh,” I pant as sparks ignite and send a jolt through me.
He continues to use his magical fingers until I’m panting and squirming beneath him. When I feel his finger prod my entrance, I tense, but he shushes me and kisses me harder as he slowly pushes inside.
I gasp into his mouth, my back arching at the intrusion. I expected some pain, but all I feel is a slight stretch followed by a jolt of pleasure when he curls his finger.
He chuckles into my mouth. “You liked that, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Well, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
Breaking our kiss, he removes his finger and climbs down my body until he’s nestled between my thighs. Staring up at me, he slides back inside, this time adding a second finger. I make a noise at the stretch, but again he chases away the uncomfortable sensation by pressing down on my clit.
He slowly begins dragging his fingers in and out before leaning forward and slanting his lips over my clit. My hips buck, my head falling back as I let out a low moan.
The scratch of his stubble against my thighs only heightens the sensations rocking through me.
“God, you taste delectable.” He moans when he replaces his fingers with his tongue, driving my body to new heights until an orgasm explodes out of me and I feel him lap at my pleasure.
His lips glisten with my release, and there’s a feral gleam in his eyes when he moves to hover over me. I feel the brush of the engorged head of his cock at my entrance as he leans in to kiss me, tasting myself on his lips and tongue.
“Do you taste how good you are? I could live off the taste of you.”
It’s his excitement more than anything that riles me up, and I find myself more than ready when he wraps one hand around my thigh, spreading me wide as he slowly pushes inside.
His forehead falls against my shoulder, and I moan at the bite of pain as he eases himself into me. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. He pauses when he’s halfway in, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes bore into mine. “This bit will hurt, but I promise it will only last a second, and then I’ll make it all better, okay?”
I swallow nervously as I hold his gaze. He’s asking for my trust, and despite barely knowing him, I feel as though I’ve always known him. In my soul, I know him.
“Okay,” I respond readily.
He rewards my trust with a passionate kiss before thrusting forward. I cry out and my eyes water. However, true to his word, it only lasts a second, and as he withdraws, the pain from a moment ago is replaced with a spark of pleasure. A spark that quickly grows into a fire as he rocks his hips back and forth.
“Don,” I gasp as I drown in the overwhelming senses; as I drown in the feel of him.
