Page 91 of Wild Card

Her finger skims across my lips from corner to corner. “I’ve never felt so…” She seems to struggle with finding the words. “With you, it feels… right.”

Her expression makes me want to surround her in a protective bubble where no one can ever take that from her.

“Outside of my melodramatic outburst this morning, everything about being with you is effortless.”

“Princess, I hate what you went through. No lie, this makes me an asshole, but I’m glad that dickhead fucked up. It gives me the opportunity to show you how precious you truly are.”

“I believe that when I’m with you.”

“You always will.”

“What happens when you get sick of my hang-ups?”

“Impossible.”

“How can you be sure? This is happening fast.”

“Waiting almost thirty-two years doesn’t feel fast to me.”

Her breath hitches, and her hand goes to the hem of my shirt. “Can I take this off?“

I reach back and tear the shirt over my head, tossing it.

Like this morning, she bends, tracing each scar with her lips. With each gentle swipe, a burning need builds inside. Her body presses me to my back, climbing to straddle my hips. She whips off my sweatshirt, sitting astride me like a fucking goddess.

She grins shyly when my cock pulses against her. She leans down, this time licking a trail over my ink, kissing the date sequences on my pec.

“I love all your tattoos, but knowing what these mean,they are my favorite.”

Her nipples poke through the fabric of her top, rubbing along my chest and pushing me to my limit.

“How much do you like this suit?”

She doesn’t answer, grinding down on my dick, and I hiss at the sting as it catches the wrong way.

Her body tenses as she sits up. “Did I hurt you?”

Fuck it, she’ll understand eventually.

I knife up, ripping the material between her breasts until the elastic snaps with a pop.

Immediately, my mouth goes to her nipple, sucking it hard until she moans.

Her hands grip my head as I nip, lick, and suck her tits, knowing she’ll have my marks for days. I twist, laying her back and working my way down her stomach, kissing along her hip bones.

I peel the rest of the suit down her legs and kneel before her.

Thunder pulses through my veins as my mouth waters. I lower, slowly circling my tongue over her clit before slipping it inside.

She bows off the bed, her knees locking around my head.

I hold her hips down, speeding my movements, licking until she’s writhing against my face.

“Oh my God, I-I-I, please….”

Her plea spurs me on until she’s trembling.

“I can’t… this is… I’ve never…”

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