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A startled sound leaves me, and my hands fly out to grab at his shoulders. “Oh my god! What are—”
Teeth scrape against my pebbled flesh before he sucks. Hard. Sensations rolls through my body. And when he moans against my skin, I feel the answering call between my legs.
His mouth pulls free, dragging a wet kiss across to the other breast.
“Fucking divine,” he growls as his mouth closes around my other peak. His tongue swirls around my nipple before he devours it. Every flick of his tongue echoed in my clit. The pulsing growing stronger with each second.
This feels so good.
Who knew it would feel so damn good?
Every part of me is throbbing. Needing more.
“Please?”
His hands flex around my hips just before sliding around to my backside. His palms smooth over my ass. Then lower.
He pulls me even closer, and then I feel his fingers push at the junction of my thighs from behind. His fingers running along my seam, easily slipping over my entrance.
We both groan at the same time, the man releasing my nipple. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
“I am,” I agree, even though it wasn’t a question.
Without warning, he stands.
I start to stumble back, but he catches me by the upper arms.
“You should’ve kept your door shut,” he growls.
Before I can respond, he spins us and shoves me backward.
I yelp as I fall, landing with a bounce on the mattress.
His gaze doesn’t leave me as he strips. Moving just as quickly and efficiently as I had. The suit jacket drops, the tie, then his shirt is gone.
He’s all sculpted muscles and flexing forearms and my mouth is watering before he even starts working on his belt.
With our positions switched, him facing the bed, the light illuminates his face, I can finally see him. And he’s perfect.
Even better than perfect.
He shoves the rest of his clothes off all at once and… And,holy shit.That’s his cock.
I’ve never seen a cock in person before.
I shuffle backwards on the bed.
Maybe this was a bad idea.
Maybe I should lose it to an average guy. A smaller guy. Because surely that’s not normal.
He steps out of his pants and closes the distance to the bed.
I try to scoot further away but he catches my ankle in one hand, holding me in place, as he crawls up the mattress.
“The time to run is over, Baby. Now it’s time to give.”
I’m so turned on and overstimulated that I can’t formulate a reply. And so when he presses my legs open, I let him.
