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He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, bliss crossing his face as he hummed. “She’s better.” His tongue flicked out, worrying her clit some more. “Love the way she soaks me.”
Seraphina’s breath hitched. Heat spread from her pussy up to her chest as she stared at the man looking as if he’d found heaven between her thighs. She touched him, sliding a hand over his head down to cup his nape. Then she pushed his face back to where she needed him most. “Show me.”
And he did, face all in it, tongue and teeth destroying her, ripping her apart. She was nothing but sensation. Shaking, inhibitions burned away with every swipe of his tongue over her core. His thumb worked her clit, fingers inside her digging deeper and deeper. Pleasure had a sound, roaring as loud as an uncontrollable fire in her ears.
He did that to her. And he loved it—she knew it by those sounds he made. By the way he moved. She couldn’t see much beyond the wide expanse of his naked shoulders and his back, but he fucked the bed. She could tell. Her pussy had him like that.
She closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue, undulating for him, riding his chin, that hand on the back of his head keeping him in it as she ground onto his face, sharp cries tearing from her throat.
“You gonna give it to me?” He sucked on her clit then released her with a loud sound.
She cracked one eye open to peer down at him. He wasn’t even looking at her, too focused on his task, an expression of utter concentration on his wet face. She liked that look on him.
“Huh, are you gonna give it to me?” He squeezed a third finger into her, and she came off the bed with a grunt, body vibrating. “Give me what I want, baby. Rain on my face.”
“Toro—”
“Don’t think.” He removed his fingers from her core and brought them lower, circling her ass, sinking one in there, spreading her wide with a rough thrust that burned.
And made her senses sing.
“Ah, God!”
“Just come for me.” He attacked her clit again and she found herself screaming, body frozen under the force of her climax. He didn’t relent and the orgasm didn’t either. It went on and on, leaving her useless to do anything but feel it. Toro stayed on her, fingers in her ass, sucking on her clit.
She spasmed, stomach muscles cramping, eyes squeezed shut. She lost her bearings for a while there, pulse ringing in her ears. She tossed an arm over her eyes. It felt as if he’d ripped everything from her with that orgasm. She couldn’t recall the last time she came so hard, for so long. She also couldn’t recall the last man to make her feel the way she did in that moment, lost and scared, adrift in waters she’d had no business swimming in.
Toro released her finally, pulling his fingers from her body, pressing soft, soothing kisses to the inside of her thighs. Murmuring words she couldn’t make out. He shifted, his weight disappearing. She removed her arm and opened her eyes just in time to stare at his back as he walked into the bathroom.
She couldn’t move. That motherfucker put her into a coma and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. What the hell? Her chest heaved with her panting breaths as she listened to the water running in the bathroom. Toro returned a little while later, wearing a t-shirt and shorts.
His low-lidded gaze slid over the length of her, lips curved into a satisfied smirk. “Meet me downstairs. I’m making you breakfast.”
He was at the door before she found her voice to speak. “I don’t usually eat breakfast.” Damn, she sounded as if she’d been smoking.
Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “Well, I just ate, so it’s only right I return the favor.” He exited the room, and she stared at the closed door with her mouth agape.
She had nothing. She wanted to be pissed at him, but he’d sucked all that out through her clit and she just… She needed time to build back her defenses. They needed to be stronger than ever because that man and his tongue were a threat to her sanity.
Clear and present danger.
When her legs stopped trembling, she got out of bed and took care of business in the bathroom. When she wiped after peeing, she found herself smiling at the tenderness in her core. A whole minute she wasted, staring at herself in the mirror, a dumb smile on her face.
Get a grip,she chastised herself as she brushed her teeth. One month and Toro would be going back to where he came from. Wherever that happened to be, they made them fine over there. Made them strong and bold, with a talent for eating pussy too.
She shivered as she wiped her face and returned to the bedroom, dressing quickly, and did her makeup before going in search of the man of the hour. She found him in the kitchen, squaring off with two of her bodyguards and the chef.
“What’s going on in here?” she asked casually.
Toro’s jaw flexed, but it was the chef, Jerry, who answered. “Ma’am.” His gaze flitted away from Seraphina. He was Chinese-American, a superb chef who came highly recommended. But he was also scared shitless of her. A wise man. “He wants to take over my kitchen.” He pointed a wooden spoon in Toro’s direction.
“Oh?” She lifted an eyebrow.
“You told us to watch him carefully, ma’am,” one of the bodyguards—a white guy with spiky brown hair and a diamond in his left ear, she couldn’t remember his name for the life of her—spoke up. “I told him we have to run everything by you first.”
“Hmm.” She nodded. Toro watched the exchange silently, his arms crossed. “He has free run of the house,” she told the others. “And he speaks for me, so if he says or does something, know he has my permission. And if he gives an order, follow that shit.” Damn it. Her defenses were nonexistent. Her sanity gone. Was that what good orgasms did? She hoped that wasn’t another dumb move on her part. Maybe his mouth on her clit had sucked away all her good sense. Time would tell. If Toro did anything to make her regret those words, she’d just kill him.
Easy.
