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I groaned, fighting his grip as my hips tried to arch again, and again. He flashed me a mental image of the way he’d soaked my core with his pleasure, so damn long ago. I didn’t think it was intentional, but I gasped and arched at the sight anyway. “I want that. Give me that.”
He snarled, sliding his finger out of me. I hated the loss of that—but my frustration faded quickly when my mate rose to his feet, wrapping his fist around his cock. I’d drenched his hand already, and when he dragged it down his length, I fought a moan.
My hips jerked against his hold, and he watched me with hot eyes as he stroked himself once, and then again. With the third, he lost control, snarling as he drenched me.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
He rubbed a hand over my core and the insides of my thighs, coating more of me with his pleasure as his chest heaved.
I watched in hot, needy silence as he pushed the pleasure inside me with his finger, sliding it back inside me and stroking my walls lightly.
My desire turned to desperation as he fucked me with his finger, and when he kneeled back down and slid another one in, I was so damn close.
“Can’t fucking wait to taste both of us together,” he growled against my core, meeting my gaze again for a hot moment as he lowered his tongue back to me.
He dragged it slowly over my clit—so slowly—but it was enough to set me off.
I cried out, and he finally let my hips arch and rock as I rode his fingers and face. The orgasm was fiercely intense, and I gasped for air as the last few aftershocks rolled through me.
“Good girl. That was so damn good, baby,” he said. “Are you ready to ride my face?”
I groaned, and he chuckled, easing his fingers out of me while mental images ran through his mind.
My tits, bouncing above him.
My ass, in his hands.
My swollen flesh, on his lips, teeth, and stubble.
He was on the bed in the next heartbeat, dragging me up off the mattress. I fell forward when he held my core over his face but caught myself on the mattress. Insecurity hit me hard; what if he didn’t like the way I looked over him? What if he didn’t like the way I was trapping him? What if—
“This smell is everything,” he growled into my core, tasting and smelling both of our pleasure again. “And the taste… You’re going to kill me, Nai. Move those hips for me like you’ve been dying to.”
His tongue slowly moved over me, and my hips arched.
His hands were on my ass, opening me up wider for him when he started devouring me, and I found myself moving. Swiveling. Rocking. The pleasure was building up again, hotter and needier.
I was in control, and I absolutely loved it.
“You’re close, baby,” he practically purred against my core. “Let go for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The orgasm took control, and I bucked against his face, crying out in pleasure as he sucked me and touched me and bit me.
It went on so damn long, I was dazed when I came down from the high.
“That was so damn good, Nai. You were perfect.” He lifted me off his face, moving me until my palms were braced against the wall. “Now you’re going to take me inside you, and you’re going to tell me how good it feels. Ready?”
I moaned. I think it was confirmation. It definitely wasn’t a no.
He lifted my ass up, parting my legs and my folds as he seated my slit against the head of his cock. My breathing stopped as he slowly slid inside me, stroking my clit while he entered me.
“That’s it, baby,” he growled against my ear, as he entered me. “You take me so damn well, and you’re so damn wet for me. Feel me stretching you? Feel every thick inch of me pushing you open for me?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Tell me how it feels, or I stop here, halfway inside you,” he said.
I clenched around him, and he pinched my clit in retaliation.
