Page 23 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 2

But I waited. I wanted her mindless with need. And I ate her pussy like I never intended to stop. Long, slow licks that had her moaning. Followed by fast thrusts inside her weeping channel while she writhed against my hold. Only to switch it up and suck on her swollen clit as if it provided life giving nectar. Her moans and gasps fueled my efforts. There was no part of her I left untouched. I thrust my tongue in her quivering sheath and reveled in the feel of her clutching at me.

And I watched every response. The way her gaze went hazy and hooded with desire. The way her back arched and she rocked her hips. Through it all, this amazing woman held my heart in her delicate hands and didn’t even know it. If it were up to me, I’d spend the rest of my life making her come, making her scream my name in ecstasy.

I plunged two fingers inside her, fingering her cunt, and sucked on the swollen bud.

“Axel…please.”

I grunted but continued my torrid assault. I wanted to push her past the point of reason until she understood there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her. Time suspended itself while I ate her cunt. Taking my sweet time while she begged and pleaded for release. I brought her to orgasm twice more until my jaw was covered with her cream. If I could, I would bathe in her cunt juices.

“Fuck me, Axel,” she sobbed hoarsely.

Lifting my mouth from her swollen pussy, I growled. “Finally.”

Rising onto my knees, I gripped my rock-hard dick and rubbed the head through her folds. And then I positioned the crown at her entrance.

“Look at me,” I demanded. This was our time. And if I had my way, she was the woman I would fuck the rest of my life.

Kylie lifted her lids. Her eyes were heavy with lust.

Holding her hips steady, I plowed inside balls deep in a single thrust. Her pussy squeezed my cock. Kylie’s back bowed at the pleasure and her mouth rounded as moans spilled forth.

On my knees I thrust, slow and brutal. Driving my dick as deep as it could go. But even that wasn’t enough. I lowered my torso until my chest pressed against hers. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slid even deeper. Propping my body up on my elbows, I flexed my hips.

Her hands gripped my back as we moved together.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“That’s because you’ve got a monster cock.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I do. But that’s what you love, isn’t it? You love the way I stretch you. And how I make you scream when you come. Tell me. Say it.”

“I love you…please.”

I halted as her words sank in. “You love me?”

Something akin to fear washed over her face. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Forget I said that. Please don’t make it weird.”

Her bottom lip trembled. And my fucking heart rolled over in my chest. “Angel, look at me. Please.”

I patiently waited for her to open her eyes and meet my gaze. I wanted to erase any doubt from her mind. “I love you too.”

“You do?” she gasped and then wonder crossed her face the longer she stared.

“Yeah, I do.”

Tears trailed down her cheeks. “You really do.”

“Tell me again, Angel.”

“I love you.”

And I rewarded her with a brutal thrust that left her moaning. “Again.”

“I love you!” She cried and gasped as I drove inside her like my life fucking depended on it. And perhaps it did, because she had become my world. Beyond the CIA and the missions, this was the woman I was meant to be with.

“Fuck, I love you too, so goddamn much I ache with it.” I crushed her lips, taking her mouth in a heated exchange while flexing my hips and plunging my dick into the farthest reaches of her cunt.

Our confessions flipped a switch on our lovemaking. I pounded my length in her grasping pussy. But we couldn’t get close enough. Our hips rocked together as I slammed inside her again and again, not once lifting my mouth from hers. I plunged my tongue inside to tangle with hers even as I rammed my cock inside her with increasing force and speed.

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