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My hand fell away from my legs and I moaned embarrassingly loud. “Do that again?” I whispered.
“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes darkened and he kissed the hell out of me, replacing the taste in my mouth with the masculine one of him. Nick broke the kiss and I mewled my protest, reaching for him, but like before he caught my hands and placed them gently by my sides. “Not just yet. I wanna make sure you’re okay from last night.” He slithered down my body, nudging my aching legs apart. “Spread for me, Chloe.”
I gasped at his words, remembering his sex talk from the night before, pushing his shoulder a little. “It was easier in the dark,” I whispered, barely able to voice my fear.
“And now I get to see you properly. My reward for keeping you safe last night.” His lips curled in a sinful smile. “Let me make you feel good, Chloe. So good you don’t wanna leave.”
Nick pressed firmly on my stomach, and I dropped my head back, surrendering. His touch trailed the insides of my thighs, and he pressed tender, wet kisses there, licking the same spots, then sucking a little. He’d probably leave marks, but for the first time, I didn't care. Those hands I loved squeezed me, plumping the skin where he kissed and sucked, working his way over my hips and legs until he reached my mound.
“I thought you didn’t take it slow,” I gasped, reaching out to tangle my hands in his hair as his tongue slicked a fresh path along my bruised skin from his pounding the night before.
“You call this making love?” He nipped my skin playfully and I cried out, clenching my thighs around his shoulders. His breath hitched. “Jesus, Chloe. Tell me someone’s given you head before?”
I shook my hair, my hair flicking across my face and I hid beneath it. “Maybe...not,” I said softly.
Nick growled, a low rumble in his throat as he laved the length of my slit, covering all of me in long licks that both drove me higher and soothed my tortured skin. “You want me to stop?”
“Hell no.”
He laughed darkly. “Good girl.”
I gushed a little, moaning at the words that worked their way along my spine as he spread my legs wider, draping them over his shoulders, and sucked my clit. My body exploded beneath him, a wanton cry ripping from my throat.
“Christ, Chloe.” Nick worked his way up my body, his fist around his cock as he rubbed my entrance. “I wanna fuck you raw, but not right now.”
“Why not?” I blinked up at him, wiggling my hips to get closer.
“You’re so fucking needy,” he rasped, bending to kiss me roughly, leaving my own taste smeared on my lips. “No, don’t lick that off. Leave it there,” he ordered.
I stopped licking my lips and stilled, unsure. “What do you want me to do?” I asked, hating the wobble at the end of my words.
“Do?” He tilted his head to one side, grabbing a condom from his desk and rolling it on one-handed without taking his eyes off me. “Enjoy this, Chloe. Let me show you what’s missing from your life. Let me love you,” he rasped, gripping my hip tight with one hand before he eased slowly into me.
I arched at the dual rough and tender touch, my pussy pulsing as he glided inside me until he was fully seated and stopped, cupping my face and kissing me slowly. My breath lodged around a lump in my throat as he began to move slowly, a sweet look on his face that bordered between possessive and–
“You said you didn’t make love,” I cried as he gathered me into his arms, holding me close and rocking with me.
“I lied.” His kisses and his sweet, firm thrusts were too much.
With my second orgasm of the morning came my tears, the emotions he fed me too much to deal with. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sobbing my pleasure into his chest. Everything was too much. The room swam around us, but I clung to him and let him take me where he wanted, until he was all that was left.
He drew back as I came again, kissing the corners of my mouth, licking my tears from my cheeks and the corners of my eyes. “You’re mine, Chloe Duke. Say it.”
“You barely know me,” I gasped, unable to suck in a breath for the pressure building in my chest.
“Say it,” Nick cooed, licking a path along my throat, cupping his hand around the back of my neck so I had to look up at him. “Say. It.” He punctuated his words with two hard, punishing thrusts that were too much.
My tender skin spasmed and I came so hard the room blacked for a second, or forever.
And in the dawn light I heard my own words echo back at me.
“I’m yours.”
