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He laid me on the bed, grasped my lacy underwear, and pulled. “I’m glad you said that because I want this to linger.”
John lifted my hips a fraction, right before his mouth sealed over me, and he sucked on my clit before he slid his tongue inside me, and I just about died in ecstasy. “You are so wet for me,” he murmured against my wet flesh and licked straight up my folds.
While tunneling my fingers into his thick hair, I held his head firm, my back arching as he spread my legs wider, lapping me up and down, hitting every nerve ending just right. His hands held my hips down to the comforter, anchoring me to the bed. The more he tortured me, the more I felt like I would fragment into a thousand little pieces.
His lips and tongue worked together on my slick, swollen flesh, and I bucked up against his tongue with a shriek. John was cruel, bringing me to the brink of shattering before pulling away, letting me drip right back to zero…before starting over again.
I was going to go mad.
His mouth left me, and John slid two fingers inside me, anchoring me there as he arched up and unhooked my front-clasped bra with his other hand. The fingers inside me curved against my G-spot and rubbed determinedly. His mouth closed around my nipple and sucked in demanding pulses.
My body clenched hard, needing to be filled, but I could barely suck in enough air to keep my consciousness, much less string two words together to ask for what I wanted. John must have read my mind because he slid his fingers deeper and pulled out, delivering brisk thrusts to wind me up even more.
“John…” my belly tightened. “Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” he asked, and the teasing in his voice made me want to smack him.
My heart pounded against my ribs so hard I wondered if it was medically possible for it to bust through my chest. John’s fingers stretched me wide; the roughness of his rhythm made me arch into each thrust, seeking more.
“You keep getting me to the brink,” I said. “Over and over again, but then you drop me.”
“It’ll make everything all that better,” John murmured while removing himself from my body to shuck the rest of the clothes he wore.
Joining me on the bed, he kissed me again, and his hand slid down my side, and his scent washed over me. I smelled leather and coffee and a rich, musky cologne that screamed luxury, just like the rest of John.
His hard cock pressed on my inner thigh, the rigid length of him leaking in demand against me. I wanted him so badly I was aching.
“You’re so beautiful and sexy,” he said against my skin, his fingers finding my tender nipple and rolling it between his thumb and index finger, playing my body like a skilled guitarist. The heat of his blistering stare told me everything I needed to know that he was dying to get inside me as desperately as I wanted to feel him there.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked, sitting up to shuck my bra away. “You look hungry? What is stopping you from taking what you want?”
A sly half-smile curved his lips, and he plunged his fingers inside me, punching a cry from my belly. “You’ve got a smart mouth.”
“I’ve been told a time or two,” I panted.
Pulling away from my body, he gripped my hips and folded my legs to my chest while he reached for a condom in the bedside drawer, ripped it open with his teeth, and, while holding my gaze, slipped it on and slid his fingers up my sex. “You’re so deliciously wet,” he growled, low and throatily.
I felt John line up his thick hard cock with my entrance and held me fast while he inched inside me. I grabbed his arms as he stretched me, filling me up and making me lose my mind. I held on tight as he began to rock inside me, testing the waters, and I loved how thick he felt inside me.
John’s grip on me tightened, and there was that warm, leathery, rugged smell I’d come to love so much. Heat rushed between my legs at his rough, strong hands on my skin, his cock inside me. I was fucking helpless against him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and a drop splattered right on my top lip, and I licked it off. We found our rhythm, and I was lost in his technique. I held fast to him as he claimed me, gliding in and out, taking me harder and faster.
He stopped then—even while holding me—switched our position, and I was on top. “Ride me, sweetheart,” he commanded me, grabbing my hips and lifting me down on him. “Up and down, just like this, baby.”
The sounds of our bodies, of him pumping me, our slick skin slapping on skin faster and faster, filled the room. It sounded obscene, but the pleasure was out of this world. My clit rubbed against him as his pleasure possessed my body.
“John, J-John, that’s so good,” I cried out, my body bouncing on his and my channel clamping around him. The tension searing through my veins coiled up like a tight knot in my body swelled up andshattered.
I came with the force of a nuclear bomb, riding him hard, clenching and trembling with fireworks exploding behind my eyes.
John let out a roar gripping my hips. “Fuck! Yes, ride me.”
He groaned as his body seized up and detonated inside the condom, tripping off another orgasm to crash over me, spinning me and turning me upside down.
“Oh G-God.” I rested my palms on his chest, and while my body shivered and shook, wave after wave crested in me until the last ounce of pleasure was wrung out of me.
I collapsed breathlessly on his massive chest, and John’s strong hands coasted over my arms and up my back. Utterly spent, I could only stay where I was and listened to his heartbeat pound against my chest. Completely spent, I barely had a few moments to feel him pull from me and rest me on the sheets beside him.
