Page 142 of Need You To Choose Me

Holy hell, Blake was actually he?—

“Don’t.”

My fingers freeze just at my entrance. Blake’s tongue darts out, sliding over his lower lip, his fingers clenching around the doorway as he growls softly, “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious. If you’re going to use me to get off, I want to watch. Show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”

I should probably feel embarrassed, but I couldn’t. Not when I was this close to the edge. Not when Blake was watching me like that. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.

I lift my chin a notch because two could play this game. “I wouldn’t need to make myself come if you did it yourself, you know.”

“You…” Surprise flashes on his face for a split second as he processes my words, but then he runs his hand over his jaw, and there is only hot, burning desire left. “My mistake. One that won’t happen again. I can’t have my girl unsatisfied, now, can I?” The muscle in his jaw ticks, and I can feel my heart start racing faster. “Did you do it often?”

“Blake…”

“Did you?” he repeats, and there is no mistaking the commanding tone of his voice.

I shake my head no.

“I thought so. C’mon, Blondie, show me how you do it. I can see how much you need it. Even from here, I can see you’redripping for me. Rub that tight pussy and show me how you make yourself come.”

He’s right.

I need it.

Desperately so.

I pull my fingers out and slide them back inside, my gaze locked on his as he watches my every move, approval shining on his face.

“Good girl.” His voice is a low rasp that has goosebumps prickling my skin. I quicken my pace, each time my fingers slip deeper until I finally hit the right spot, and my mouth falls open. My toes press into the table as I arch my back, needing more.

So close.

I was so damn close.

“Look at you. So fucking beautiful. So fucking sweet. I swear I can still taste you on my tongue. That’s the image I get off on late at night when I can’t sleep. I wrap my hand around my cock and make myself come thinking of how perfect you were that night, like a fucking goddess. I think about that tight pussy and how much I want to feel it wrapped?—”

“Blake,fuck.”

My legs squeeze my hand tightly as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me, my whole body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm.

My breathing is ragged as I collapse against the couch, trying to regain some sense of composure.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.”

I blink my eyes open, just in time to see Blake push from the doorway. His long steps eat the distance between us, and before I know it, he’s shoving the coffee table away, and he’s in front of me. His large hands cup my face as his mouth crashes against mine.

Finally.

I rake my fingers over his back and grab the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward. Breaking the kiss, Blake takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side before doing the same to mine. He finds my nipple and sucks it into his mouth. My back arches, fingers digging into his hair as I pull him closer. Too soon he lets go, and grabs my hand into his, his lips wrapping around my fingers.

A low groan comes from deep in his lungs as he licks my fingers clean before letting them go with a pop.

“You taste so fucking good. Even better than I remember.”

His eyes hold me hostage as his fingers tug my panties down, and he grabs my ankles.

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