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“You have no idea how badly I want inside you.” His frame falls over mine, hard body forming against my soft one.
“Then fuck me,” I say. “I want that with you. Please, A, please…”
“Shit…” His fingers trace my pussy, one sliding in to roll around my pulsing clit. “I can’t, but I will give you this.”
He pinches me there, and I cry out with a shudder.
“Every time you’re alone in the dark, you’ll think of me and the things I’m about to do to you.”
Then, without warning, he thrusts his fingers so deep inside me, my body vibrates from the sensation. His palm presses into my throat, fingers cinching tighter the harder he fucks me, groaning every single time I moan with undulated pleasure.
His thumb circles around my clit while he keeps up the rhythm, making me tremble and cry out for more.
“You feel too good, baby bird. Like a needy, filthy thing made just for my depravity.”
“Oh, God!” I flinch, my hands coming to form fists against the small of my back.
The need to touch him, to feel his body against mine, overwhelms me. Stars break before my eyes the more he hits that spot inside me, the release ebbing until it’s ready to reach the cusp.
“I want you to come for me…” His teeth rake my throat, and the more those heady sounds come from deep in his chest, the harder and faster I need that release. “I want you drenched and flushed and begging to be mine. Because that’s what you are.Mine.”
With another flick of his finger against my center, I scream out, “Yesyesyes!”
And he’s there, palm around my mouth as I free-fall into the most amazing feeling of my life.
It doesn’t end. The more he rams into me, the harder I come. He doesn’t stop, not even as my body’s overwrought with sensitivity.
“I—I can’t—fuck!” I gasp on a whimper.
“One more. I want to feel you do that around my fingers one more time.”
As though by his command, I feel myself rising again, my core spasming.
“I’ve—I’ve never done that before,” I pant, the truth falling from me easily.
He growls against my ear, rubbing his palm between my thighs, my eyes rolling back again.
“I’ve never wanted this before,” he says. “Never wanted to make a woman feel good the way I wanna make you feel good. You don’t know how badly…”
“How badly what?” I breathe.
Instead of finishing the sentence, he thrusts his fingers inside me again, as though wanting me to forget what he just said. But I can’t.
“Tell me what you—you were gonna say,” I groan.
“Never mind that. Now quiet while I make this pussy drip down my hand, because it’s what you did, Kayla. It’s what I make you do.”
Before I know what’s happening, he pushes off my body, and the next thing I know is his mouth sucking on me there, the tip of his tongue snaking around my sensitive flesh.
I feel for his head, grabbing on to his hair while he eats me tomy core, his growling vibrating through my veins like crack. I need more of this. More of him.
“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop!” My cry morphs into a series of gasps, needing the wave of release so badly, I’d die just to feel it.
His fingers ram back inside me while his tongue does sinful things to my core.
This is better than oxygen. I’m addicted—to him, to what he does. I can’t give this up, and he hasn’t even been inside me. Hasn’t even looked into my eyes as he entered me.
Would I like it? Would I be scared?
