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“I haven’t thought about it.”
“Is that true? You haven’t once thought about me? Or what we could be like together? Or my body over yours? Inside yours? You’ve never daydreamed about my cock so deep in you that it marks you from the inside out?”
If I had to bet, I’d say my eyes are huge, and my face is crimson. It must say more than that because he continues with his correct assumption.
“So you have thought about me.” Again, it’s a statement, not a question. “Do tell.”
When I stare, unable to hide, unable to escape, he whispers, “Be brave, Livy.”
Ugh. Fine.
“I don’t often do casual. I don’t really do serious anymore, either. But good sex? I’d take that.”
“Good sex?” He mulls the words as if he’s just eaten something that tastes bad. “Good. Sex. Have you never had great sex?”
I shrug.
“Well, well, well. That might as well be a red cape waved in front of a bull. And I’m the bull, Livy. Make no mistake. You just dared me to make you feel electricity coursing through your veins. And your pussy. Do you like to be eaten, baby? Do you like to be feasted on? What happens if I tongue fuck you right now? Do you want to come on my tongue?”
Shyly, I nod. I want to be brash and tell him what I want and don’t want, but I’m flabbergasted at his frank words.
He stands, wraps my legs around his hips, and points down the hall. “Which one?”
“The one at the end.” I dropped my suitcase there before heading to the beach. He lays me on the bed, his cock long and hard at my center.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He stares at me lying below him and trails kisses from below my ear—a place that sends me to the stars—to my collarbone. He lifts my bra, pushing it under my armpits, exposing my breasts. He massages and kisses one, sucking deep and hard before leaving it for the other. He pinches the first, pleasure mixed with just a hint of pain, leaving it warm, tingling, and desperate for more.
“Oh my God, Layton.”
“Keep calling my name just like that.”
Still sucking me hard, he strips my pants down my hips and tugs them off. His huge hands are everywhere. His fingers trail my ribs, over my stomach, down the outside of my thighs, and back up the inside, spreading my knees wide.
“Keep those knees wide like a good girl.”
He bites my nipple as he goes back to the first to do the same. His hands all the while exploring me… there. Stroking, parting, dancing on my clit, making me writhe.
I squirm as he teases, never giving me what I want. I moan when one finger enters deep, curling, toying with me. He spreads my wetness up and down my center.
“Did I do this, baby?”
I don’t respond, lost in pleasure.
A quick pinch at my clit shoots electricity through my core and reminds me of who I’m with.
“Answer me, Livy. Is all this for me?”
I reach for him. “Yes.”
“You’re this wet wanting my tongue?”
I nod.
“Tell me.” He’s firm. Authoritative. Definitely in charge.
“I want your tongue, Layton. And your fingers.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
