Page 235 of Let Me In

“I can feel it,” he says between strokes. “How close you are. How tight. How ready.”

“Please,” I whisper.

“Let it go, baby.”

“I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You will. Right now. You come on my mouth, little one. That’s mine, too.”

And I break.

The orgasm crashes through me like a wave I couldn’t outrun. My thighs clamp, my hips buck—but he doesn’t let up. He groans against me, holding me down, licking me through every pulse until I’m crying out, shaking, broken open on his tongue.

When I finally collapse back against the mattress, he lifts his head.

His mouth is wet with me. His eyes are fire.

And his voice—low, reverent, breathless—wrecks me.

“That’s it, sweet girl. That’s my good girl. Just like that.”

But he doesn’t move away.

He doesn’t give me space. Doesn’t let me breathe.

Instead, he kisses my thigh. Then again. A little higher.

And then his hands slip under my ass, dragging me closer.

“Thought I was done?” he murmurs, voice gone dark with need. “No, baby. Not even close.”

I shiver.

“I told you I’d take care of you,” he says, dragging his tongue back through my folds—slower now. Almost lazy. Almost cruel. “You think Daddy only wants one?”

I whimper. Try to close my legs, but his grip locks me open.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns. “You keep those legs wide. You take this. That’s your job right now. To come again. To give it to me. All of it.”

“Cal—”

He cuts me off with his mouth—hot, relentless—latching onto my clit like he means to drink me dry.

“No thinking.” His order is low, hot, and wicked. “No talking. Just feel it.”

And I do.

God, I do.

His fingers find me again. Slick, slow circles. Then deeper. Curling, pressing, pushing me straight toward the edge even as I sob.

“Too much—”

“It’s not,” he grinds out. “You’re not done until I say you’re done.”

He locks his mouth over me again, and the heat spirals—faster this time. Hotter. Sharper.

I writhe.

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