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“Adrian!” I cry out his name as he wipes my brow with a cool cloth.

“So beautiful, Mckenna. You can be a good girl for me. Now I can’t wait to slide my cock into your needy pussy. You are ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp out. I’m hurting with the avalanche of pleasure, but I want to feel his cock in me.

“Good girl, spread those legs wide.”

My legs feel like jelly and he helps me, pushing between my legs.

“We belong together, Mckenna.” He brushes a kiss against my brow and sets the wand on the nightstand.

My eyelids feel heavy with the pleasure of drunkenness, but I can’t think of one reason why we don’t belong in this moment. “Yes, Sir.”

22 ADRIAN

Icrouch between her legs and run my hands over the smooth skin of her legs.

Leaning so close I can smell her arousal, I gently blow a breath over her pussy. Her clit is glistening and swollen, and I can’t wait to sink into her.

“You smell so good, hellion. Needy and ready.”

Her face turns red, but she’s totally pleasure drunk.

I am damn satisfied that I put her in this state. It is due to my command that she has that smile on her face. Her body is ripe, soft under my hands.

I lick the side of her pussy, taking my time, turning my cheek so my scruff catches her sensitive skin.

She shudders at my touch but stays in position.

I need to taste her. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”

“I…oh, Sir!” Mckenna moans as I close my mouth on her skin.

I lick her clit, taking my time.

She twists, murmurs coming out of her mouth, nonsensical words, and I don’t want to do anything that gets her out of this state.

Lining my cock up with her entrance, I try to shake off the swell of emotion.

I’m supposed to be the cool, calculated businessman.

But looking at this woman, splayed out before me, makes me feel as if I am a poor lover-boy begging for scraps.

She might be the sub, but all Mckenna has to do is point, and I’d follow her anywhere. It has always been her for me.

I hate the time we’ve spent apart.

Furry, hot, and sharp rolls through me, and I grip her harder, bringing her closer to me.

I thrust just the tip of my cock and grit my teeth as her warmth envelops me.

“Are you needy for my cock, hellion?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“I am needy for your cock, Sir. Please, fuck me,” her words are slurred. She’s so wrapped up in bliss.

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