Page 66 of At the Edge with You

Fuck me, my name on her lips is way better than I ever could have imagined. I curve my tongue along her clit, and she rewards me with such gorgeous sounds. I need more, though. I move two fingers into her hot entrance, curving them up to hit her G-spot, and she groans so loudly I almost come. I glance up at her, and she looks fucking stunning, all flushed, her chest rising and falling harshly but her eyes on me. “In sync, princess?”

Her bottom lip trembles as she nods eagerly. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t, not until my face is dripping with your come.”

I drop my mouth back where it belongs, her taste so damn sweet I don’t ever want to stop eating her. I am on a mission, and making her come trumps my need to show her that I can make her feel things no other man could even fathom. I suck her clit into my mouth, rolling it between my lips while fucking her with my fingers in rhythm. Her screams grow louder, her body tensing oh-so beautifully, and then she’s thrashing.

When she comes, she comes hard.

Her whole body squeezes my fingers as she shakes above me, the filthiest, most gorgeous cry leaving her sweet lips. I open my eyes to see her head tipped back, her jaw tight, and I know shewas made for me. I trail my tongue leisurely along her clit, and she jerks, her fingers pulling my hair.

She’s muttering something, and I think it’s “I came.”

My face splits in a wide grin. “I think you can come just fine.”

She’s gasping, my name a chant on her lips. “For you.”

“Only for me,” I demand. “Now, open those eyes and watch me feast on you.”

She shakes her head, but she opens her eyes. “I can’t.”

“Oh princess, you will.”

Her eyes widen as I slide my tongue from clit to entrance. She writhes underneath me, once more chanting my name. I suck on her other piercings, bringing her close but not letting her have it until I’m ready. She’s squirming, crying out, and making it real hard not to let her come. I don’t want her to yet. “I don’t ever want to stop eating this pussy,” I tell her, tracing her entrance with my tongue. “I could die right between these pretty thighs.”

“Jett, let me come,” she whines, arching into my mouth. “Please, I’m so close.”

As if I could deny her. I start to fuck her harder with my fingers, feeling her pussy tremble around me before I suck her nub between my lips. She cries out, and when I take her between my teeth, she shatters. I lick up her release, wanting to get drunk off her taste. I kiss her pussy and inside both thighs before I press a kiss to her stomach. I watch as she pants, looking so fucking good, I almost drop my mouth back to her pussy.

Her eyes are heavy with lust, but then a tear leaks out, falling down her cheek. Instantly, fear slams into me. “Did I hurt you?”

She slowly shakes her head. “No, I came.”

I eye her, confused, but then she smiles, and I can’t help but flash her a smug one. “Twice.”

She lets out a sound that sounds sad but also so damn satisfied. “I came.”

“You did,” I say, moving up her sweet body, kissing and licking the spots I can get to. I settle on top of her before I capture her lips. She kisses me back, so eagerly and with so much need, I can’t fathom why she doesn’t like kissing. She drives me wild with her lips.

Okay, she drives me wild, no matter what, but I really like kissing her.

I don’t know if I’ll ever stop.

I cup her jaw as I pull the kisses from her, my cock throbbing against her center. When she moves her hips, I let my forehead fall to hers and I groan loudly. “Needy little princess.”

Her lips curve against mine. “Fuck me.”

My eyes widen at her boldness, so different from the girl she was raised to be, and fuck, if I don’t love it. I swallow hard as I trace her jaw with my hand, my eyes searching hers. “Are you sure? I want to so damn bad, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

Something moves in her eyes that I don’t understand. Not only do I see lust, but I also see hope. “I need you, Jett. So badly. Just to prove I’m not broken.”

My brows pull together, and I run my thumb along her cheek. “You’re not broken, Fable. You’re incredible.”

“No,” she insists, her eyes filling with tears. “You don’t understand. There is a lot wrong with me, and I have endless labels?—”

I press my thumb to her lips to stop her. “Fuck the labels, Fable. You are perfect. For me.” Another tear escapes, and my heart aches as I catch the droplet to wipe it away. “Trust me?”

She nods with a hint of hesitation. “I want this so badly, and I need you. Truly, I do.”

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