Page 177 of Under the Bed

Everything but his intense attention on my pussy. Nothing but his mouth on me. His tongue swiping, then his teeth again, and—fuck, fuck, fuck.

The look he’s spearing me with. My God.

He is my God.

A sliver of emotion pushes through his golden eyes. Something other than desire, jealousy, or pure murderous rage. Other than his blank stare that I obsess over.

Curiosity.

“So good.” I choke on the words, moaning them. He needs to hear my encouragement. I’ll give it to him. I’ll give him everything. “You—yes. Just like that. You’re not trying tomake it good for me, Kaleb. Christ, youknow. So good. You make me feelsogood.”

Kaleb was right that first time when we lost our virginity together.

I didn’t need to fuck anyone else to know how to fuckyou.

He hums against my damp, sensitive skin, and it’s so much.

This pleasure is like reaching the mountain peak, only to realize it’s not it. That there’s more to climb, more to explore, and oh, holy fuck.

Black dots line the edges of my vision. My breath comes in heavy pants as he pushes his thumb inside my soaking pussy too. Soaking it in my arousal before pushing it to my tighter hole.

Despite my fierce grip on his hair, he raises his lips. “How does that feel?”

“So. Good. Yes. Yes. Please.” My hips thrust into him, fucking his face. Can’t stop. Impossible. “I’m dying, Kaleb. I’m going to die without you. Please. I need you.”

“Love it when you beg.” His fingers curl inside me. More pleasure, I don’t know if I can take it.

“Oh God.”

“I’m your God.” He shoves his thumb deeper. I’m so full. So close. “Beg for me.”

“You’re my God,” I breathe out, and that’s all the encouragement he needs to go back to eating me out.

Never have I been tended to so thoroughly. Cared for this passionately. Being touched like I’m some kind of deity.

Because that’s what it is, isn’t it? His thumb shoved inside my ass, the rest of his body working to satisfy mine. This is worship. This is reverence.

And this—Oh, oh,oh. This orgasm is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.

I have to slam a hand over my mouth to silence my screams.

No one’s coming for the Davis couple. Not yet, anyway.

No calls from their workplace, wherever that was. No neighbors knocking on our door. The couple who caught us slipping in here last night didn’t give us funny looks.

Thing is, the walls here are paper-thin.

“Such a good girl.” Naked Kaleb climbs up my body. His kiss is everything. It’s also terribly filthy to taste both him and me on his lips as he cradles my cheek in his palm.

I kiss him back like he’s my entire world.

He is.

We’re both breathing hard by the time he pulls back. He nuzzles his nose to mine, moving lower to trail his lips down my jaw.

He pauses at my neck. “Good girl.”

“Thank you.” I hug him, latching onto his warmth, where I stay for long, delicious minutes.

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