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We’re an aggressive mess of mouths, teeth, arms, and legs. Von doesn’t say a word as he slides both hands under my ass, massaging me until I unclench. He dips his head slowly, waiting for my permission. My knees go wide to give him room and access to my ass. My leaking cock is begging to be set free. But he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes the leather aside, nuzzling and sucking my balls while inhaling deeply in my pubic hair. The bliss on his face is sexy as hell.

Von works my body knowing exactly what will take me to the edge but not tip me over.

I love it.

I hate it.

Make it last forever.

Ineedto come.

“Oh,älskling, your expression is half murderous and half begging.”

I curse myself for not googling Swedish words. Specifically, terms of endearment. To learn the definition of the word and call him something endearing in his native language.

He has a plan and my job is to take whatever he gives me. No one has ever been so intent on my pleasure. It’s exhilarating. Part of me wants to hide from his watchful eyes. But I’m transfixed by his feral lust, and he wouldn’t let me hide anyway.

“More,” I wail, beyond embarrassment.

Von licks my tip, frees my cock, and gives me everything I beg for.

Chapter twenty-seven

Von

Round and Round by Ratt

Alec’s dark, musky flavor fills my mouth, and I savor it. The taste of him on my tongue and the involuntary sounds wringing out of him almost make me come. I’m high on it and overcome that he gave himself to me without reservation.

I’m desperate to give him the same thing.

It’s mind-blowing that he doesn’t know how incredible he is. He is embarrassed by his love of sexy underwear. If I could, I wouldkeep him naked except for his mangerie. Raiding stores to buy him new sets sounds presumptuous, but I don’t care.

No one has ever responded to my hair the way Alec has. It fascinates him, staring at it, touching it, but tonight…tonight, my hair became another way to touch him. An extension of my fingers and tongue. The way his muscles twitch and his fine hairs stood up as my hair brushes over him captivates me.

Alec hesitantly trusts me with his body. Something from his past has a grip on him, and I hate that.

Offering myself up so he can indulge in his fantasy is intoxicating. His goddamn dimples turn me to mush and taste like sunshine. He is truly one of a kind.

I’m on all fours while he whispers wicked things into my ear, rolling the condom on. I’ve never been one for talking during sex until Alec.

“Your ass is begging for my cock. Sucking my fingers in and not letting go. You gonna squeeze my cock with your sweet ass.” Alec’s question is a command and I’m keening and nodding.

He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs so my head snaps back and my back arches.

“Youare the most magnificent man I’ve ever seen. A fucking real-life Viking desperate for my cock.” Alec’s tip teases my hole. “Your ass is mine. Tell me who your ass belongs to.”

“It’s yours, Alec, all yours.” I’ve been on edge for so long that I’d say anything to take his cock. He could demand I tattoo my ass with his name and I’d readily agree. “Pleeeeasssse,” I plead, pushing back.

I hear the smack before I register he’s spanked me. We both freeze with surprise. Alec rubs the spot he hit and murmurs, “Sorry, not sorry.”

It’s so Alec that I exhale a laugh and drop my head to the bed. His spanking had the intended effect, and I’m not on edge anymore.

“You get my cock when I’m ready to give it to you.” He pours more lube down the crack of my ass.

“Yes,älskling.” I meant to tease him, but my voice is breathy and needy.

“Fucking hell!” Alec says as he bottoms out in one stroke, taking me to heaven.

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