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“What?” she whisper-shrieks, but the sound is cut short when my mouth latches onto her clit.
Unable to go slow, I devour her pussy until she’s dripping with arousal. Remembering how tight she was, I push a finger inside her to stretch her.
I want my woman ready, so she’ll enjoy it when I fuck her.
Chapter 42
Everleigh
It was just supposed to be a kiss, but with Alek’s head between my legs, I can’t bring myself to stop him.
All my intentions of taking things slowly have flown out the window.
My body is wound tight, and I grab hold of Alek’s head to make sure he doesn’t stop.
I almost died of embarrassment when he stared a the valley between my legs, but the moment he started sucking and licking my clit, the pleasure was too good, and the embarrassment went out the window, along with my intentions.
He pushes a finger inside me, and my butt lifts off the bed. My hips swivel, and I shamelessly rub myself against his mouth.
“Crap,” I gasp. “Alek.”
The man goes to town on my clit while fingering the ever-loving hell out of me.
Pleasure explodes through my abdomen, and my body convulses from the intensity. The orgasm overpowers me, and whimpers and moans spill from my lips.
I’m too loud.
I quickly cover my mouth with both hands, and Alek doesn’t let up on my clit. He keeps going, prolonging the intense ecstasy washing through me and turning my body into a quivering mess.
I’m numb when he finally lifts his head, and again he kisses the three scars as he works his way up my body.
I pull my hands away from my mouth and whisper, “That was amazing.”
His eyes lock with mine, then he only thinks to ask, “Are you okay with us continuing?”
I sit up, and pushing him backward until he steps off the bed, I say, “We are definitely continuing.”
I pull his tie free before I undo the buttons of his shirt. Climbing off the bed, I push the fabric over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
His chest and abs are a work of art, and I drag my fingertips over the hard muscle. There’s a scar on his side and another by his shoulder. They weren’t there before.
Lowering my hands to his belt, I undo it before unbuttoning his dress pants and pulling down the zipper.
I push my hands beneath the fabric, and my eyes dart up to his as I nudge the fabric down his legs.
Alek kicks off his shoes, and stepping out of his pants and boxers, he removes his socks.
I move in behind him so I can see his back, and emotion wells in my chest from all the scars crisscrossing over his skin. I trail my fingers over the marks, clearly remembering every strike of the whip.
Pressing my face to his back, I whisper, “I never got to thank you for everything you did to protect me.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” he murmurs.
I walk around him again, and when we’re standing face-to-face, I drink in the sight of his muscled body.
His cock is bigger than I remember, and I hope to God it doesn’t hurt like the first time we had sex.
Alek grips hold of my hips and tugs me against his body. Feeling his hardness pressing against my stomach, my cheeks flush.
