Page 145 of Pretty Little Threats

As soon as the words are hanging in the air, his tongue circles my clit faster and faster, fingers pressing and caressing inside of me. His other hand glides up my stomach and pinches my nipple.

Right there, right there, right there.

Fuck, I’m so close.

Dare must realize it, too, because he keeps going, never straying from his pace. Palm cupping and kneading my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers until all I know is the sensations he’s creating.

The goose bumps racing down my spine.

The tremble in my thighs.

The curl in my toes.

The parting of my lips as I moan.

The electricity that shoots through every nerve as he brings me up the crest until everything crashes together and I plummet through euphoria, body writhing, fingers grasping at his shoulders. Dare devours my cum and doesn’t stop until I melt into the bed.

“We’re not done yet,” he warns.

“I need you inside of me.”

He licks his lips and looks down as he draws his fingers out of me. My cunt is soaking, more than ready for him, and he grins down at his handiwork. I watch him in his moment of glory, loving the way he’s free of his burdens.

Before he can climb on top of me, I clamber to my knees and grab his arms, dragging him up the bed and pushing him back onto the pillows. His eyebrows arch as I straddle him.

“You can’t have all the fun,” I tell him, reaching betweenour bodies and grasping his girthy length. “Tell me you love me.” I position his tip and slowly ease down.

“I love you, Rose.”

“Good.” I take another inch, rolling my hips and watching as he restrains himself, letting me take control, despite his own needs.

“And who do you belong to?”

He runs his hands down my sides and grips my hips. “You, always you.”

“Good boy,” I purr and settle fully on his lap, sucking in a breath as he stretches and fills me, but that second is all I need before I rock my hips, arching back and bringing them forward, circling them.

“Fuck, Rose,” he rasps, fingers digging into my ass.

Brushing my fingers through his hair, I tug on the strands and press my chest against his, grinding and taking him deeper as my lips hover over his. “You feel so good,” I confess before pressing my mouth to his, slowly exploring him as I ride him on my own terms.

Dare’s palm cracks against my ass, and I gasp, surging forward. He thrusts up, impaling me as he twines his arms around my body and sits up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he stares up at me, watching me ride him until my movements grow unsteady and he has to help me, hand guiding my hips up and down, until my walls clamp around his cock.

“That’s it, Rose. You know what you want.”

I do. It’s him. It’s always been him.

It’s harder to move, to keep the pace I need to come, but Dare already knows that, and he lays me on the mattress, shifting our position without slipping out. His arms cage my head and his weight presses down on me. Wrapping mylegs around his waist, I tip my hips, giving him the angle he needs to bury himself deep inside of me.

Our eyes stay locked as he slams into me, thrust after thrust, higher and higher, closer and closer. And then one hand finds its way around my throat and his lips claim mine, fingers squeezing ever so slightly as I surrender.

We find nirvana in each other’s arms.

Together, we find peace.

Together, we find love.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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