Page 48 of Playing With Danger

He sucked my clit hard and fucked me with his fingers deep.

My thighs trembled.

My muscles tightened.

On a long moan, I shattered.

And Valentine would not relent until I was groaning and begging him to stop, or never to stop, or to keep me in this place of perpetual mind-blowing bliss forever. My words were unintelligible, garbled, incoherent. His grunts and growls prolonged my pleasure.

Then he was gone.

In my haze of euphoria I vaguely watched him shed his clothes. Later I would kick my own ass for not pulling myself out of my daze. I was positive it was a sexy show but I was too blitzed out to do anything but to bask in the glow of the best head I’d ever had.

But I didn’t miss that big dick of his when it sprang free.

Holy hell, how did I forget about that?

“Baby.” He chuckled as he climbed back on the bed.

It must be said, that was sexy as hell—him climbing onto the bed, coming up over me, his dick bumping the inside of my legs as they opened for him.

Valentine said nothing more, but he did reach out to the nightstand. When he came back to hover over me, he hooked me around my shoulders and rolled to his back.

Nope, I was wrong. Me straddling his hips while his dick was hard between us, and his eyes blazed with need was sexy as hell.

He tore open the condom wrapper while issuing orders.

“This is how this is going to go. You’re gonna take me—like this.” He nudged me back to roll on the condom. “As slow as you need. When you’re ready I’ll take over.”

I swallowed past the thick desire that had wedged in my throat and nodded.

“Hands on my chest,” he bossed. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I broke the land speed record I moved so quickly. “Take me, slow, baby.”

I didn’t have much say in how I took him, with one of his hands on my hip guiding me down and his other positioning himself between my legs. I hadn’t realized how rigid Valentine was holding his body until I took the wide head of his dick inside of me. Then he turned to stone. His brows pulled together and his stormy blue eyes turned steely.

“Honey,” I panted.

“Slow,” he reminded me.

“I need more.”

He slid his fist down his cock, giving me more room. I took another inch and puffed out a breath.

“Slide up, Sophie, then take more.”

The up part felt good but the glide down felt amazing.

“Keep going, baby,” he grunted.

Up and down I went, Valentine feeding me his dick an inch at a time. The stretch was the best kind of pain. The kind that made you crazy with need. The kind that made you feel insane with yearning and stole your thoughts.

I needed him.

All of him.

I slammed down, taking more, needing the pain so badly I cried out in a plea.

“Almost, Sophie, just a little more,” he gritted out.

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