Page 57 of Jhon


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Ella writhed beneath him, squirming to get his tongue on the one place she needed it.

He placed a massive arm over her hips to hold her still, and continued to lash her with his tongue, easing his finger in slowly and driving her toward madness by avoiding the stiff little pearl that throbbed desperately for him.

Ella closed her eyes, trying to hold onto a thread of herself under the deluge of pleasure and despair she felt. When his finger was fully inside her, he began to move it slowly in and out.

She moaned, hips quivering.

“Please,” she begged.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he panted.

“You’re my mate,” she told him. “You can’t hurt me.”

But he buried his face in her again, until her sex was clenching at his finger, and she was sinking her fingernails into his shoulders, screaming for more.

At last, he crawled up to her. His lips were glistening with her moisture, and she kissed him anyway, surprised to find that she didn’t mind the taste of her own unsatisfied pleasure.

“Ella,” he rasped, pulling back to look into her eyes. “Will you accept me as your mate?”

“Yes,” she told him.

“This is forever,” he told her, his dark eyes so serious.

“I want forever,” she said simply, pulling him close again.

He kissed her with all the pent-up passion of a lifetime, taking his rigid cock in his hand and dragging it against her opening.

She gasped at the delicious heat of it, and the size.

“I’ll go slowly, my love,” he crooned. “Relax for me.”

But how could she relax when she was turning inside out from desire?

She tilted her hips to him, and felt him inch slightly inside.

“Gods,” he groaned, letting his head fall back. His arms were shaking, as if from the effort of going so slowly.

He pressed in farther. Ella felt a pinching stretch.

“More?” he groaned.

“Please,” she whispered back, preparing herself. “I need you, all of you.”

This time, he kept going, slowly stretching her out, until the entire throbbing length of him was inside her.

The pain lasted only a moment. Then she was desperate to move.

“Oh, Ella,” Jhon bit out.

She jogged her hips slightly, so desperate for more she forgot the words. Then he was cursing under his breath and sliding out and back in again.

A rainbow of pleasurable sensations washed over her.

She clung to him as he gave her another long, slow stroke, and then another. But the tension was too much. She was coiled and ready, needing to explode, but lacking the spark.

“Please,” she moaned.

Jhon slid a hand between them and traced soft circles right on her stiff little pearl as he rocked into her again and again.

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