Page 70 of Crazy Thing

“My god, Darius.” I feel like I could get off just listening to him, just watching him suck my juices off his fingers.

His gorgeous lips slide into a slow smile at my affronted reaction. “Seriously. You’re so fucking beautiful, Ziggy.”

When he says it, for some reason, it feels like he means it on a deeper level. Like he’s not just talking about my outward self.

He glides his knuckles along my jawline, down my neck like I’m something to be revered. “I’ve traveled the whole freaking world, I’ve met more women than I care to remember. But I’ve never met anyone like you.”

He’s going to break me. If he keeps talking to me like that, looking at me like that, he’s going to break my fences. He’s going to shatter my barriers. I won’t be able to protect myself against the way he makes me feel.

So, I grab his wrist, pulling him back into me. I guide his hand to the place where I’m aching for him. “Touch me here…” I whisper.

Together, we hiss as he sinks his fingers inside me again. He locks his eyes on mine, exploring my every reaction as he fucks me with his hand. Probing deeper with each thrust. Curling against my G-spot. Massaging my clit with the pad of his thumb.

The drunken buzz inside me builds with each stroke of his magical fingers. I squirm and I wiggle against the counter, moaning his name and fighting against the urge to let my eyes roll into my head.

I reach for his waistband, unfastening the button of his pants and sliding my hand inside his boxers. Darius grunts when I curl my fingers around his manhood. I moan, too.

Wrapped around his erection, my fingers touch, but just barely.Girthy fucker. And my fist slides down what must be at least ten inches of cock.

My breath stutters. My eyes bulge. My pussy pulsates.He’s huge!

Darius seems to be very aware of what I’m thinking. The smirk that comes across his face is a dead giveaway.

“Think you’ll be able to handle all of this?” His free hand covers mine, and together, we stroke his length up and down.

“Oh,thissmall thing? It won’t be a problem,” I tease with a shrug. “I even have a few cucumbers and eggplants in the fridge if you need a little help.”

Darius growls, offended, and I drop the back of my head against the window in laughter. Getting him worked up is so much fun.

“You little shit-talker. I’m gonna leave you sore. After I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Is that so?” I laugh.

He nods.“As a matter of fact, I need to make sure that your pussy is nice and ready for what I’m going to do to you with my cock.”

Without warning, he drops to his knees, drags my ass to the edge of the counter and covers my mound with one hot, searing swipe of his tongue.

I cry out.

Darius eats me fervently, like he’s out for revenge, like he’s looking to prove a point, like he’s trying to get an apology out of me.

I cling to his hair and thrust against his face, each movement of my hips a confession.You’re right. You’re right, okay?

Because the reality is, he’s way more than enough man for me. He’s more than my body can handle.

He’s more than my heart can handle.

From where he’s perched on his knees, he leans back, locking his eyes on my face as he now rhythmically works two fingers inside of my pussy. I whimper, barely able to keep my vision from blurring. I’m cross-eyed with pleasure.

What he says next takes me completely off-guard. “Tell me you’ve wanted me. Tell me you’ve dreamed of me all these years.”

“Darius…” I mumble as pleasure pulls me down into the abyss.

“Because I dreamed of you, Ziggy. More often than I’d like to admit. Way too often, you’d creep into my mind. Way too often, I’d compare someone else to you and I’d wonder what life would be like if I’d made different choices, if I’d chosen you.”

I feel my chest splitting in two.

“I dreamed of you, too,” I confess, the words spill out completely against my will. “I tried so hard to get you out of my head, to forget that you ever existed. But all those years, the thought of you was always somewhere at the back of my mind.”

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