Page 94 of Live for Me

“What do I taste like?”

He didn’t answer me right away. Instead, he reached down between us to get the head of his dick into me.

His hips started to move in little pulses while he spoke. “An addiction. You taste likemyaddiction, Memphis. Like I’d sell my fucking soul a million more times for the next taste.”

I gasped when he pushed himself all the way inside me with what felt like more power than he’d used at any point the last time we did this.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

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Iwas very quickly running out of the kind of mental strength it took to restrain myself while I was inside Memphis. I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t want to scare her. I wanted her to know she could trust me with as much of herself as she was willing to share with me.

But I also wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t do anything but scream. Little gasps, whimpers, and quiet moans were all I’d had so far. She’d whispered my name. She’d had more than one orgasm because of various parts of my body, but she’d also done everything in her power to stay in control of herself while it was happening. Everything inside me wanted to be the catalyst that set her loose.

I dropped my entire body down on top of hers after several significantly harder thrusts than she was probably ready for, and I buried my face between her shoulder and her neck. I needed a second to get my shit together, just in case she wasn’t really ready forthatversion of me yet. She exhaled hard and I felt bad that I’d probably forced all the air right out of her with just my weight, but her hands went straight to my back to hold me there.

“You’resoheavy,” she whispered, very much confirming the fear that I was crushing her. She was obviously not human since she had the ability to read my thoughts.

“Sorry,” I sighed and raised up again.

“No,” she said as quickly as she could and tightened her arms around me. “It’s amazing,” she added quietly, as if she wasn’t sure she was supposed to be okay with admitting it out loud. It sure as shit made me fucking groan into my hiding place against her neck.

“Memphis —,” I started to say, but wasn’t sure how she’d really respond to what I wanted to tell her.

“What?” She asked. “Why’d you stop?”

I chuckled before I could stop myself and then hoped like hell that she wouldn’t think I was laughingather.

“Memphis, I need to know that you’re going to be able to say something if I hurt you.”

Her whole body tensed. “Hurt me?” she whispered.

“I’ll do anything you want, sugar.Anything.If youneedme to be slow and easy again, I can and I will,” I said and put my mouth next to her ear. “But whatIwant, Memphis, is to fuck you until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”

She exhaled hard again and dug her fingernails into my back before she nodded her head. “Yeah. That,” she grinned. “Let’s do that.”

“That’s my girl.”

The most adorable little pouting sound came out of her when I pulled my hips back to free myself from her. I forced my arm under her lower back and flipped her, so she was face down in the span of about two seconds.

“You couldn’t just ask me to roll to my stomach?” she asked and giggled before she tried to look at me over her shoulder.

Instigating.

She was fucking instigating.

Intentionally.

Holy mother of God, she was going to be a great time once she felt safe with me.

“Would you have just done as you were told?” I asked and fucking laid on top of her another time.

“As I was told?” She asked. “I saidyoucould’veasked.”

Well.

No more oxygen for me.

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