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I’m addicted to him, his mouth, the way he looks at me. These things that he does with a confidence that only makes it all feel so right. He kisses his way up my chest as my orgasm softens me, tangling his fist in my hair and jerking my head to the side, offering my neck to his mouth.

The warmth of his tongue shakes me, starting at the curve of my nape, alternating kissing and licking, biting down where I feel my pulse just under the corner of my jaw.

My mind is consumed with the sensations covering me, my skin still quivering, and I’m whimpering as he makes love to my neck. As he grinds the hard top of his thigh against my sopping wet slit, my knees drop open as wide as they can go.

“God,” I mumble as he tugs harder at my hair. “That feels so good.”

His mouth rests for a moment at the shell of my ear. “I need you to feel good, Dove. I was born to make you cum. You’re going to do that for me for the rest of your life, aren’t you?”

He kisses my ear and pushes his leg hard into the gap between mine. His words send a spinning ache into my bones.

I can’t find the words, so I just nod, the warmth of his breath at my ear. He pulls my hair into his hand and covers me with his body. I would do almost anything for him right now. Our connection is more than just physical, I trulyfeelhim. I feel his need, his being, and the way he needs me back is like electricity coursing between us. Where our bodies don’t touch, there is a vibration, the energy we give off drawing one to the other.

His possessive touch destroys every civilized part of me. I need him like this, owning me, taking without asking, just on the brink of something dangerous and painful. I’ve never been as alive as when he commands my body, because his voice reaches right down deep in my soul.

But at the same time, the thought that a man like him —a man with such quiet power and strength— needed me like this. That he could be undone as much by me as I am by him, the thought nearly pushes me over the edge into another blissful orgasm.

His fingers drop out of me just when I want more.

“Don’t stop, please.” My eyes dance up to see fire in his eyes.

“Why aren’t your hands on my cock, Dove? Get them around there and show me what you need.”

He moves up, fixing himself into a kneeling position between my splayed legs, centering his body there as my hands drop down and he meets them with his, gripping my wrists.

“I want those hands on my cock like you mean it, Dove. You never run away from me again, you understand? I’m going to fuck you like you need a lesson. It’s going to be harsh because you need to learn I’m going to take care of shit. Handle things. Never hurt you or let anyone hurt you. I’m a good man, Dove, but I am a man, not a boy, and you’re going to learn what that means.”

He exhales like someone who’s been held underwater, and I nod as he pulls my hands toward his thick erection.

“Now, idle hands are the devil’s workshop, so you best get busy like a good girl.”

My fingers grope for him. I’m compelled to do as he says, wanting so badly to feel the hardness under the silky skin. The desire to please him inflames me. He’s watching me from above, his rough palms coming to rest on my wide knees, driving them farther apart and he juts his hips forward into my grasp.

The thought that I’m here for this rough cowboy’s gratification is all I need to know right now. His desire for me is written all over his face, and the world could be falling down around us for all I care, because the only thing I want is to know is that he wants me like I want him. It’s beautiful and safe and I never want this feeling to end.

He’s stone-hard as I pump and gently twist up and down, my mouth watering as I stare at his massive, gorgeous cock.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, the sound primal and painful, the ripples of his abdominal muscles flexing and tightening at my touch. “That’s where your hands belong and don’t you ever forget it.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

Chad

If she only knew the things I would do right now to get my cock inside her tight hole. But she needs to understand a few other things first.

“It feels so good,” she whispers, and I’m not even sure she knows she said it out loud.

The words shock me. “Youthink it feels good?”

My head goes limp on my neck for a moment as her hands work my girth up and down, twisting and squeezing at the exact right time. The sound of her words nearly brings my cum to the edge and I think about spraying it over her magnificent swaying tits.

“Men would kill to feel what I feel right now, Dove. Good doesn’t even begin to describe what you do to me.”

Sometimes the lessons are not what they seem, and right now I need her to do exactly what I tell her, when I tell her, and for as long as I tell her. Because it will all translate later.

From the look in her eyes and the way she’s working my cock with her hands, she’s taking it in and it’s making it hard as hell not to just drop down and fuck her like I hate her. The irony of that thought is that I love her more than I love life itself.

My balls are already burning and hurting. They want to shoot off, so I decide I need her mouth but my mouth needs her just as much.

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