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Without a single second to question her or myself, I dive forward, licking her entire seam before sucking her clit into my mouth roughly. She squeals, pulling my hair so hard there’s a twinge of pain, but I don’t stop. I continue to lick and suck every delicious inch of this perfect pussy. I groan against her, and I know she feels the vibration because she moans, and when I look up her head has dropped back against the wall.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her before pushing a finger into her heat once again while sucking her clit into my mouth. I flick with my tongue rapidly in a way that has her gasping, grabbing at my head and bucking her hips against me.
When she tightens around my finger, I know she’s close. I push another finger in, and curl them while continuing to work her with my mouth. I groan against her again and that sets her off with a cry so beautiful as she comes. I don’t stop until she’s pulling me off and up to her mouth again, licking my lips before kissing me even more fiercely than before.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I tell her right before grabbing the backs of her thighs, lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I have one goal—to get her to a bed. That isn’t going to be the only time she comes for me today. Not even close.
CHAPTER 27
Sutton
Some distant partof my mind recognizes I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I’m already too far gone for this man, but there’s no way I’m stopping it either. His words, that mouth. Oh God, that mouth. It should be wrong to be that good looking and that skilled. Maybe his dick will be small because the universe has to have something wrong with him.
Though, I’ve felt it through our clothes and it definitely did not feel small.
Maybe he’s a one pump chump. Either way, I’m about to find out because I’m so desperate to feel him inside me. I think I may actually combust if I don’t find out what it feels like to have him over me, filling me, groaning with pleasure.
I kiss him even harder at the thought, right before I’m dropped onto my back. I squeal until I realize I’ve landed on my bed. The gorgeous shirtless man currently kneeling on the edge pushes his rough, callused hands up my stomach, taking my shirt with them. Normally I would be self conscious having a man touch me in my most vulnerable area, but with him I don’t mind it.
The way he’s looking at me with pure desire, whispering praises while looking like he wants to eat me alive. He sheds me of my shirt and bra, but he’s still too clothed for me. His muscled chest isn’t cut like a bodybuilder, he has a scattering of chest hair that’s soft as I reach out to run my fingers along his skin to feel him.
He’s hardened by work, not just the gym. He’s the hottest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on and he wants me. I reach for his waistband, popping the button and unzipping them. He backs up before I’m able to go further and I want to protest, but he’s pushing them all the way off, but leaving his black boxer briefs on.
I raise an eyebrow at him, as he climbs over me, balancing himself on his forearms next to my head, his confined erection poking into my stomach, and I squirm, wanting it lower. I expect him to kiss me again, but he doesn’t. He lingers, just barely out of reach. I run my hands along his chest, up to his neck, looping them there, arching up into him just slightly.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t stop,” I say softly.
“I did, but I’m giving you one last chance.”
Our lips graze, just barely. “If you’re going to fuck me, don’t be sweet and gentle about it.”
The side of his mouth quirks up. “Yes, ma’am.”
He dips down like he’s going to kiss me and his tongue flicks my bottom lip so softly I’m sure I imagined it. Before I even realize what’s happening he grabs my hips and flips me onto my stomach. His weight descends on my back, pushing me into the mattress and I’m only able to lift my head as his lips graze my ear.
“Stay just like this,” he commands darkly, and my core clenches at the demanding tone of his voice. It’s so different from how he usually is. The sweet, smiling, small town golden boy is not the man currently behind me.
This man is one that promises pleasure, one that’s sure to make my body sing and program me to crave more from him and only him. So I listen to him and don’t move, even as I feel him lift off me. The cool air hits my skin and I fight the shiver that wants to run through me. I feel so exposed like this.
The room is silent except for my rapid breaths and the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears. I still hear the second Jameson’s underwear hits the floor, and the groan he lets out.
I sway my hips slightly, the friction from the soft blanket underneath me feels good. “Is there a problem?”
“I don’t have a condom.” He sighs.
I freeze, looking at him over my shoulder and I go weak at what I see. The naked man standing at the foot of my bed, his large hand wrapped around the impressive length jutting from his body, squeezing it while the look on his face is tortured, but soft as he looks at me. I know if I tell him this ends now, he’ll accept it. It doesn’t matter what he’s said in the heat of the moment, I can see how much he truly cares.
“I’m on birth control,” I squeak out. “I’ve never been with anyone bare.”
“Me either,” he rushes out. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
He raises an eyebrow at me, like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. I know I probably shouldn’t. It’s irresponsible, but I’mtoo wet, too out of my mind, and too completely out of control for the man in front of me to let this end right now.
His eyes search mine for any hesitation, but I won’t let there be any. And when he climbs on the bed again, he pushes my body down with his, I feel his cock dig into my back, and I arch up against him.
He runs his lips along my shoulder gently, up my neck to my ear. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
