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“Stop squirming and spread for me. I want to see how wet you are.” I pulled my shirt over my head, and she bit her lip as she slowly parted her legs. When I saw the inside of her thighs glistening from how wet she was, I was done. I undid my belt, shoved my jeans and boxers off, then kicked off my shoes and socks as I crawled up the bed. “You know what I want.”
Her fingers went to her nipples, and she tugged while I grabbed my cock and pumped a few times. She licked her lips and watched me fuck my hand. “Let me do that.”
I shook my head as I moved between her legs. And just like I said I would, I held them open and slid down until my lips reached her pretty pussy. It only took one long lick and a single pull of her clit in my mouth, and she screamed.
CHAPTER 15
Paris
How does he manage to talk so dirty but then worship my body so I feel like a goddess?
He barely touched me before the first orgasm tore through me, and the second didn’t take much longer. All he had to do was add a finger and look up at me while his mouth worked magic, and my back arched off the bed, and I saw stars.
When he crawled between my legs, he kissed his way up and brushed his nose along my jaw. He didn’t take his eyes off mine as he rubbed the tip of his cock between my folds, then pushed in.
I braced for him to slam inside, but it seemed like it took forever before I felt him fully seated. He pulled out and slid in slowly, circled his hips, then pulled out and finally thrust hard. I gasped, and he repeated the torturous rhythm again and again.
His arms shook as he held himself over me, his forehead damp with sweat, muscles in his back and thighs straining. I ran the tip of my toe up the back of his leg, then hooked my leg around his waist. I grabbed his ass with one and sank my fingers in his hair with the other.
He bared his teeth, his body tightly strained from how much he held back. There was something in his eyes, something on the verge of painful, sad almost, and it broke my heart that he was afraid to take what he needed.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, pulling his face down until we breathed each other’s oxygen. “Fuck me.”
“Can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut when I clenched my walls around him. “Can’t hurt you.”
God, I thought I was falling for this man, but I was wrong. I was already there. “You won’t, baby. You’ll never hurt me.” He wouldn’t. I believed that down to my soul, he would never hurt me in any way. I was safe with him.
“Never hurt you.” His body practically vibrated. “Let me make love to you, sugar. Nice and slow. Want you to feel what I do, how perfect it is, how good we are together… never been so good. Fuckin’ paradise inside you.”
Why was he holding back? It wasn’t like this was our first time. He dropped to his forearms and slid his hands up, one holding the side of my neck, the other fisted my hair. The slight tug shot down between my legs, and I pushed up into him, needing more. “Let go, please. I need it.”
He suddenly thrust so hard I cried out, but I could hear his teeth grinding as he clenched his jaw. “No. I can’t hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, Scotty. You love me.” He stopped moving, rooted so deep I could feel him at my womb. “And I love you.” My eyes stung, and he stared into them, watching as a single tear rolled down my temple.
Then he moved, his lips caressing mine, never leaving as he spoke, “Yeah, I do, baby. I’m gonna fuck you now. Tell me if it’s too much.”
It wasn’t too much. It was what we both needed. He held my hair tight, my neck steady so when he slammed into me, I didn’t slide up the bed. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and his grunts were loud and uncontrolled.
I held my breath as the tremors started because it was going to be so big it scared me. Everything tingled, my toes, fingers, breasts, the sensation sparked every nerve ending, and it all gathered where we were connected, and when it combusted, my body jolted as if I’d been electrocuted.
Scotty’s thrusts lost rhythm and turned frantic. He growled and groaned, his body stiffened, and I took his weight as he came, hot spurts coating my walls. I clenched tight to keep as much of him inside me as I could because I didn’t want to lose him… not ever.
* * *
Scotty had carried me into the shower and pampered me, and somehow brought me to orgasm again before he washed himself and got out. He had bought some clothes, and while I was finishing in the shower, he ran to his Jeep to get them.
The tags were still on everything, and I pictured him shopping for this stuff and couldn’t help but laugh. He’d gotten me a pink nightie, pajama shorts, pants, matching tank top, fuzzy socks, and a robe.
I ripped the tags off the nightie and pulled that over my head, put my arms through the matching robe, then shoved my feet in the socks.
When I opened the bathroom door, his bare back was to me, and the thick elastic waistband on his baby-blue pajama pants was low on his hips. He turned around and smirked. “I was hoping you’d choose that.”
I made my way to him and brushed my fingertips against his Adonis belt. “You seemed to have forgotten panties.”
“No, I didn’t.”
When I pushed up to kiss his jaw, my eyes caught on the table behind him, and a swell in my chest forced my feet flat on the ground. “What’s that?”
