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It feels like he’s smiling when he gathers my hair into his hand and moves it off my back. Then he leans down and presses a lingering kiss on the nape of my neck. “Sometimes games can be fun.”

“Fun for you maybe.” I don’t know exactly why I’m challenging him. I’m so aroused now I can barely lie still, and everything he says and does only works me up even further. My fingers move restlessly against the fitted sheet. My breath keeps catching in my throat.

“Oh, I think you’re having fun too.” Very slowly—tortuously slow—he pushes up my gown and kisses his way down the line of my spine, pausing occasionally to breathe hotly against my skin.

Goose bumps break out all over, and I make a tiny, helpless sound when he reaches the small of my back.

“Seems like you’re having fun now,” he murmurs thickly.

It takes a few seconds more for me to catch my breath and clear the gravel from my throat. “Kind of cold without any covers on.”

“Uh-huh.” He rubs his face and beard against my ass. “I don’t think that’s what the goose bumps are from.”

“Wh-what do you… know?” I’m really struggling now to act nonchalant. I’m dying to squirm my hips, rub my clit against the bed.

He chuckles softly. “What do I know? If that is as clever a comeback as you can manage at the moment, then I think I’m doing pretty well.”

I try to give his comment the dry response it deserves, but he’s lifted my butt and adjusted the position of my knees so my bottom is in the air. I moan shamelessly as intense arousal pulses through me.

“Shh. You said you could be quiet.” There’s still a faint edge of laughter in his tone, and it makes the whole thing even hotter.

“I am being quiet. If you wouldn’t torture me so much, it would be easier.”

He’s mouthing his way along the curve of my ass and then down the back of one thigh and then the other.

I clutch at the sheet beneath me and moan again, making an effort to keep it softer but somehow making it louder.

He straightens up. Reaches around to cover my mouth with his big hand. And at the same time he feels my pussy with the fingers of his other hand.

I groan uninhibitedly into his palm, relieved that I don’t have to soften the sound myself. Because I can’t. Everything inside me needs to beloud.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Mack asks in that low, sexy voice. “Now you can let go like you want.”

“Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.” When he slides two fingers inside my wet pussy, it feels so good I want to scream. Instead, I keep mumbling “Mm-hmm” against his palm, the sound wet and stifled enough to not be heard outside our room.

“I know you like it when I take you this way. I can feel how much you like it because your hot little pussy is holdin’ on to my fingers so tightly.”

I clench around the penetration as his words work me up even further. He’s not even thrusting his hand. Just holding it still with the fingers inside me. And it feels like I’m falling apart.

“That’s right. You’re doing good now. You need this real bad. You need to let go.”

I’m gasping and slobbering and whimpering against his hand as an orgasm is somehow tightening at my core from nothing more than the way he’s talking to me.

“You’re gonna come so hard. I can feel it coming. You can scream into my hand if you need to. I’ve got you. I won’t let you be too loud.”

I’m almost sobbing now, my body shaking helplessly as I try to shake my bottom and ride his still motionless fingers. I try to say his name, but it comes out as a muffled, “Mk.”

He knows what I’m trying to say. “Yes. It’s me. I’m doing this for you. I’m making you feel this good. I always want you to feel this good.”

And that’s it for me. My pussy spasms around hisfingers as pleasure slams into me in deep waves. He finally starts pumping his fingers, pushing against the contractions until another climax crests on the heels of the first. I keep crying out as the sensations don’t let up, the shameless sound of it only stifled by his big hand against my mouth.

He’s talking me through it the whole time. “There you go. That’s what you need. I love seeing you let go so much. You’re so good, angel. So good.”

When the pleasure has finally faded to the occasional little afterquake, he finally draws his hand back, releasing my mouth. There’s moisture on his palm and somehow all over my face. His fingers are still inside me, but they’re still again.

“There. How do you feel now?”

All I can manage is a wordless whimper.

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