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“You’re trying to seduce me. You are practically begging me with your eyes to ride your soaking wet pussy.”
“Uhn,” I moan softly. “Please.”
He closes his eyes and smiles. It’s a wicked curve of his lips, and it thrills me to my core. “Say it again.”
“Please.”
“What do you want me to do?” He opens his eyes, fixing his gaze on mine.
“Ride my pussy until I come all over your cock.”
“Mm, yes.”
Gasping from the sheer necessity that courses through me for him, I rasp, “Trent. Don’t play with me.”
“You’re so precious, Sophia.”
Nearly crying with sexual frustration, I drop to my knees and reach for the zip on his sexy black pants.
He grips my hands tightly.
Tears roll down my cheeks. “Your scent is driving me wild. It has filled my senses and taken over my whole body and soul. I need you like I need air to breathe.”
He hauls me up by my hands and leans forward to kiss my tears gently away. “Do you know why that is, Sophia?”
I shake my head, unable to speak from his proximity and the overwhelming emotions washing over me.
“I know what this is, Sophia. I’m not happy with how we left things earlier. I need to know how you really feel.”
“I need you.”
He drags me to him, devouring my mouth with his. “Yes. I need you too, Sophia.”
“Call me, Sugar,” I purr, clawing at him, trying to get him free from his clothes.
“Sugar,” he growls, lowering me to my nest. “May I?”
“Yes,” I beg him, crawling into the nest and opening my legs in an invitation, I hope he won’t refuse. This encounter has been strange, but I figure he is trying to work out the intensity of his feelings, a bit like me. It’s crazy. It’s sudden and thrilling.
Pressing myself into his touch, I’m desperate for more, as he trails his fingertips lower and lower until they are just brushing against my sweet spot. His touch is tender, light, and filled with a longing that resonates in my core. His fingers continue their gentle exploration, creating a spark between us that ignites my desire. I moan softly as he teases my clit with the tips of his fingers, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.
He circles my clit, his touch growing more confident and intense, pushing me toward the edge of ecstasy. My hips buck against his hand as I bask in the sensations that ripple through me, my breath growing heavy with every second that passes. I grip the blankets in my nest, my body trembling with anticipation, desperate for his touch.
He lowers his head and takes my clit between his lips, his tongue teasing and tasting me. His mouth works its magic, my pleasure intensifying with each flick of his tongue. Crying out with pleasure, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge. He sucks and licks, increasing the intensity of his touch until I’m on the brink of explosion. Arching my back as the tension inside me coils tighter, my breath coming in quick gasps.
Just when I am about to come undone, he pulls his mouth away and slides his enormous cock inside me. Gasping as I feel him fill me, my body stretches to accommodate him. His thrusts become deeper, more intense, as he loses himself in me. Every movement brings me closer to the edge, until I’m trembling on the brink of pleasure. Wrapping my legs around him, my hips meeting his as he thrusts into me relentlessly, my body explodes with pleasure, and I cry out as I feel a wave of bliss radiating through me. We move together, pushing each other higher until he thrusts one last time, deep inside my pussy as his cock spurts out a stream of cum that fills me up as his knot inflates, bulging inside me and locking us together. He holds me close, murmuring in my ear as we relax in a tangled heap of satisfaction in my nest, our bodies joined, my heart receding until it’s almost gone, to my utter disappointment.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
Atlas
Iflick another card onto the table in front of me, glaring at Cain. He is a major pain in the arse. No one ever beats me at poker, and yet, here I am, over a hundred quid down and no way back.
“Fuck you,” I growl when he places down a full house a few minutes later. “Are you fucking cheating?”
He gives me a smug smile, which really infuriates me. I know I do the same occasionally, and I think that is what pisses me off more because I see how irritating it is. “Never, and I resent the accusation, prick.”
Snarling, I stand up. “I’m out.”
