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It’s never felt like this before. This good. Thiseverything.
When I meet his gaze, he smiles wickedly, then flips us and pins me beneath him.
With his hand holding my wrists above my head, he drives into me while kissing my neck. And as he nips at my earlobe, it’s clear he knows… he’s ruining me for every other man.
CHAPTER FOUR
WILSON
“Pull out.”
I glare down at my little hellion, who arches a brow in response.
“Pull. Out.”
My abs go tight, and it takes a deep breath to get enough oxygen to my brain to do as she says.
I instantly reach for my throbbing cock, but she slaps my hand.
“Touch your cock and you won’t be coming again tonight.”
I grit my teeth and drop my hand.
“Are you having fun?”
Her devious smile answers my question.
“Torturing you might be my new favorite thing.”
I grumble in response, but as grumpy as I try to play it, I’m having the best night I’ve had in a long time. At least as myself. Not as a dad or anything else, but just as me.
This is our third round of sex after that rough blow job and frantic face riding.
Between each round, we explore each other’s bodies, kiss everywhere, and tease each other to see who can be ready again first. It’s always her, but that’s nature’s fault, not mine. Thoughit’s been a long time since I’ve spent all night having sex, I still have plenty of stamina.
This little hellion brings it out in me.
Grabbing the clit sucker—since she’ll whine and beg to have her clit sucked—I put it on the middle setting and find that perfect spot.
In seconds, she’s bucking beneath it, desperate to come. Painfully desperate. Just like me.
So I turn it off again and set it aside.
“No,” she cries.
“If I don’t get to come, you don’t get to come.”
She stares me down. “Maybe you should make me.”
“Make you come?”
That wicked grin spreads across her face again. “No. Make me let you come.”
I grab her by the thighs and pull her to me. “No more teasing?”
She shakes her head.
“Fucking finally.”
