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The only man I’ll ever love.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’m going to give you exactly what you want and everything you need. Just like I always do.”
He closes the distance between us before sliding one palm over the rounded curve of my ass. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, only wanting to enjoy the sensation of his strong hands. A gasp escapes when the blunt tip of his cock presses against my rosebud through the thin fabric of my thong. His hands settle on my cheeks before he pulls them apart so that the head of his erection is nestled between the globes. One shift of his hips and he’d sink inside that untouched hole.
“One day, I’m going to take you here.”
It’s a dark promise. My breath hitches as a potent concoction of fear and anticipation spirals through me. He’s slipped his fingers inside my rosebud, and I’ve enjoyed it, gotten off to it, but having his thick cock penetrate me there is a different story.
“But not today.”
As soon as the words escape from him, his thick length disappears. His fingers yank the delicate fabric aside and his hot tongue slides deep inside my pussy. He grips a palmful of ass in each hand, pulling it so that I’m completely exposed to him.
“Fuck, angel. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight. It’s enough to bring me to my knees every single time.”
He laps at my shuddering softness until I have no other choice but to explode around his tongue. My orgasm seems to go on forever. He licks me the entire time until I melt into the king-sized mattress. Only then does he rise to his feet and position himself behind me. In one smooth stroke, he slides inside my shuddering heat. He holds my hips steady as he pumps into me until finding his release. I love the feeling of his cock buried deep, connecting us in the most intimate way possible, making us one. It’s only after the last shudder racks his body that he collapses with a contented sigh, caging me in with his strength.
“I love you, Mrs. Westerville,” he whispers against my ear.
“I love you too, Mr. Westerville.”
“Good.” There’s a pause before he whispers, “How about we order some room service and then check out the bathroom? I hear there’s a waterfall shower and giant tub.”
“That,” I say with a chuckle, “sounds pretty amazing.”
“Which part? Room service or fucking in the bathroom?”
“Room service, of course.”
“You’re a girl after my own heart, Fallyn Westerville.”
“As long as I’m the only girl in your heart, that’s all that matters.”
“You are, angel. And that will never change.”
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