Page 36 of Unhinged Love

It’s almost unfair, him being so good at this. Making me whimper as he licks me again and again, teasing me by lingeringat my entrance, circling it before going back to my clit so he can lick it like his life hangs in the balance.

I can’t help it. I can’t hold back. “God… oh, Carter… that’s… so…”

“It’s so what?”

My eyes fly open, and I look down the length of my body to find him grinning. “Tell me.”

“Don’t stop!” My hips jerk upward, and I reach for him, ready to pull him down because, my god, I was so close.

“Oh? You want this all of a sudden?” His blue eyes are filled with enough wickedness to make me hate him more than I ever have.

But I need him. “Carter…” It’s a whimper, and I hate the sound of it, but my body has needs, and he’s using it against me.

“You wanna come? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” He never breaks eye contact as he leans in again, this time focusing all of his attention on my clit.Yes. I sink back against the mattress, my head rolling from side to side, as I start to drown in sensation all over again. His tongue on me, making me burn. The soft sheets under me. I’m more alive than I’ve ever been, soaring, wrapped up in the moment. Wrapped up in him.

Until I’m not.

I can’t help the groan of complete frustration that bursts out of me when his tongue goes away all of a sudden. “No!” I groan.

“No, you don’t want to come?”

“No, don’t stop!” He knows what I mean. My body is one throbbing nerve, and he wants to play games.

“So you didn’t want to come? Use your words.” His thumb skims my swollen flesh, sliding through my wetness, and I let out a tormented cry.

“Yes! Yes, please!”

“That’s it. Beg me, Elli. Make me know how much you need it.” His tongue darts out to flick the tip of my clit, and I screambecause it’s all too much. My heart’s going to explode, and I can barely breathe. It’s so good, too good.

“Please, please! Let me come. Make me come.” I would say anything, do anything. My hips are rolling, my body a coiled spring ready to pop.

“I don’t know. I don’t think you’ve proven how much you want to.”

“Jesus Christ! Let me come!” I thrust my hips against his face, and it must convince him. Maybe he’s afraid I’ll break his nose.

Either way, he buries his face against me, grunting, panting, working me until the tension is too much and my body has no choice but to give in. To take what it wants more than anything.

And when the wave crashes and pulls me under, there is nothing but relief. Nothing but bliss radiating through me, making my thighs close around his head as I ride it out. He doesn’t stop, either, dragging every ounce of sensation from my body until I pretty much collapse with a breathless whimper. My strength is gone, my body drained in the best way.

“You convinced me.” His voice sounds like it’s coming from far away. I’m still floating on a cloud. It was so much more intense, probably because he left me hanging like he did.

It’s only when he spreads my thighs wide again that my eyes open. He’s standing between them now, naked, with his erection jutting out in front of him. His tip is glistening, and he rubs his precum over the head and down his shaft with a few strokes from his fist.

“You think you have another one in you? Think you could come on my cock tonight?” He must see the fear that grips me all at once, since he smiles at my sharp gasp. “What? You afraid it will be too much for you?”

Honestly? Yes. And he must know that. He must know he’s been my first in every way so far.

But when my body tenses once he gets closer, running his head along my slit, he only chuckles. “You’ll get used to it. Just breathe.”

“Wait. I don’t—” But it’s too late. My brain hasn’t had a chance to catch up before I feel the pressure down there, the sudden feeling of being too full. That’s it. My virginity is gone. He took it without even asking.

But instead of shoving himself in the way he shoved himself into my mouth, he pauses, one armed wrapped around each thigh. “Relax.” His jaw is clenched tight, like he’s being tortured, but he waits. Is that normal?

Does it matter? Slowly, my body starts to adjust to his presence. He senses that, he must, because he starts to move forward, filling me up more, stretching me until I don’t think I can take anymore. I’m standing on the line between pain and pleasure, but even the pain sort of feels good.

It doesn’t last long. It fades as he pulls back and fills me again. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, what I’m supposed to think. This is a deeper satisfaction than when his tongue is on me.

“You like that?” he whispers, wrapping my legs around his hips. I lock them behind him out of instinct, feeling the way his ass flexes and clenches with each slow, measured stroke.

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