Page 288 of Come Back to Me

I squeak when he pinches one, then shifts his weight so that he can lean up—the pressure of his cock against my core has me seeing stars.

Those stars turn into a supernova when he pinches both nipples.

“Might need to get you some nipple clamps.”

“No!”

“Why not? You like it when I do this.” Another harder pinch that has me keening. My brow furrows as I clench my eyes closed. “Tell me you don’t enjoy it, Tee. Even through your PJs, it has you going off like a rocket.”

“I-I can’t tell you I don’t enjoy it.”

“Then why no clamps?”

“I don’t enjoy pain.”

Another harder pinch. “Liar.”

I hiss at him, and he grins as he drags my PJ top up to gain access to me.

When his mouth finds the tip of one, I squirm on the bed.

The pleasure’s visceral—like electric shocks running along my spine. It’s a strange kind of sensation, not good, not bad, but it makes me feel like every nerve ending is alive.

Which is very, very hot.

Within seconds, I’m panting, hands scrabbling at his shirt, trying to get him naked too. Needing him inside me. Wanting more. Craving everything. Knowing that’ll never be enough either.

Then, with a final kiss, he starts his path downward.

I groan when he shoves at my fuzzy sleep shorts, tucking them aside to study my slit.

“How badly do you want my dick?”

I release a sob.

“That much, huh?” he continues as if I let loose a hum. “So empty,” he croons.

“Y-Yes. Fill me, please. Fuck me, Cody, please!”

The chant is a litany. My heels dig into his butt as I wriggle and writhe, wanting more than his tongue, needing him to fill me because I’m so goddamn empty?—

He rears up, one hand at his fly, the other releasing himself so that his dick sticks out of the zipper.

When he rubs the tip over my clit, I shudder again. “Please, please, please.”

“Love it when you beg for me, Tee,” he growls, sliding over and over, endlessly, forever, tirelessly driving me mad, making me crazy?—

His head bows, and that’s all the warning I get.

His lips are back around my nipple and with one bite, he’s thrusting into me.

I scream.

My nerve endings chant the national anthem as my vision turns black and I float, adrift in an ocean of sensation that I want to revisit every night. (Maybe twice.)

“That’s it, baby. Scream for me,” he orders as he pumps deep, feeding every inch inside my grasping pussy, leaving me desperate for everything he has to give. Desperate for him. Desperate for this. For more. For our future together.

It turbocharges, growing ever more powerful as my senses shut down, making him the center of my chaotic universe.

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