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I put a knee to the mattress, and then the other. My eyes are shaded by my hat, never leaving hers. I crawl closer until I am over her bent knees. I slowly reach out, pulling them straight one at a time. I tip my head down, and she loses my gaze.
As I crawl up her body, the brim of my hat slides over her. The fabric of it dusting her skin joins the sound of her harsh breathing and my low rumbles of approval. I lick her hip, her stomach, the tender underside of her breast, before sucking one nipple and then the other. My hat grazes her nipple and she moans. I groan from her sweet taste and then hover over her mouth.
“Should I leave the hat on?” I tease.
“Whatever you want, cowboy,” she grins.
“Hmm…not this time.” I take it off, throwing toward the side table. “I want you to have something to grab on to.” I smirk, running my hand through my hair.
She lunges for my mouth. I don’t scold her for taking control—I was heading there anyway. I let her play for a moment beforetaking over. Jesus, I love her plump lips, the upper lip is slightly over her bottom and I don’t resist the temptation of biting it. I grip her cheek, my thumb on her chin, pressing, urging her to open wider.
I take another sip and pull back. “Are you ready for a ride, Kitty Cat?” I whisper.
Chapter Sixteen
Saylor
The rollercoaster of emotions that has flooded my body the past few hours needs to go somewhere. Elijah is the perfect outlet.
Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
Now, I want to get lost in his love. His control urges me to let go of it all.
“Please,” I pleaded, moving restlessly underneath him.
“Stay still, Kitty Cat, or this will be over too soon,” he reprimands.
He drags his palm down my neck, squeezing slightly, before moving lower, between my breasts. He pinches my nipples and cups me.
“Elijah,” I gasp. His skin against mine caused delicious sparks to fly through me.
“God, I love these tits.” He presses, bringing them to his mouth, and sucks deep. My other breast is getting the same attention. He lets go with a pop. “Fuck, I could suck on theseforever, but there are other places that I can smell the heat coming from.”
“Holy shit,” I cry.
He smiles as he rubs his mouth over the skin leading to my panties. The mouth he has is going to kill me. The things it can do and the words that come out of it.
The books I used for fantasies cannot compare to the real thing that is slowly sliding my underwear down my legs. I didn’t think a man like this could be real. I didn’t think I could actually like a man who talks dirty, but the more he does it, the more turned on I am. The word Sir is on the tip of my tongue. The word Daddy flashes in my head, too. Would he like it?
“I’m not doing my job if your brain is still working, baby,” he purrs. I look down at him as he props his chin on my hip, his breath coasting over my wet heat. “What were you just thinking about?”
I shake my head. No way am I telling him. “Nothing,” I say fast.
“Lying, are we?” He traces his finger through my lips. “I don’t like that.”
I whimper when he takes his touch away. “No,” I protested.
“Tell me,” he demands. He puts his finger back to tease me and then stops again. “Tell me,” he repeats.
“Fuck, please.”
“Be a good girl, and tell what you were thinking about.” He blows on my pussy.
“Shit, alright,” I moan. I gulp and say, “I like that you talk dirty to me, more than I thought.”
“I’m glad. But that’s not all.” He sits on his knees between my legs and puts his hands on my hips, his thumbs sitting in the crease of my thighs. So close to where I desperately want them. “No lying,” he scolds.
I give in quickly when his voice goes deep. “The words Sir and Daddy went through my head. But I didn’t know if you would like it,” I say in a rush, my eyes going down.
