His head dipped. His hand slid between her legs and
he pushed his fingers inside her as he closed his teeth
on her nipple. She jolted, moaned, the pleasure so
intense she thought she was going to unravel right then.
“Not yet,” he whispered, his tongue stroking her
nipple, gentle now. Then he closed his lips on her and
sucked, a hard, sharp pull that made her fist her hands
in his hair and moan and squirm.
She arched her hips against the thrust and retreat of
his fingers.
Reaching for him, she closed her hand around his
cock. So hard. Silky skin. She stroked and rocked and
made sounds that could only be read as invitation.
He tugged her head back, and stared into her eyes,
his mouth a hard line.
She’d done this. Pushed him to the edge of control.
“I want your cock. Inside me. Filling me.” She scraped
her nails over the sensitive head. “My rules now.”
“You think?” Two little words that told her he had
no intention of letting her lead.
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Somehow, that added to the thrill, layered arousal
on arousal.
Curving one hand around her lower back, he
brought their bodies tight. With a dark smile, lust and
promise, he reached between them to guide the head
of his cock over her mons, over her clitoris, between
her swollen, slick folds. He rubbed back and forth,
making her gasp at the contact.