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“Babe.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Just the head.”
She giggles but doesn’t give in. What the fuck has my life come to? I’m practically begging for some pussy from my own woman. This is some bullshit. Nah. Gage Hunter doesn’t strike out.
“Nope,” she says, popping the ‘p’.
“Why?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“I have an app for that.”
She bursts out laughing, releasing her thighs and giving me an opening. I cup her pussy through her panties and groan at the heat coming off her. Slowly, I rub her clit through the material.
“An app, huh? How does it work?”
“First, I bite you here.” I nip at her earlobe and she gasps. Then I trail my nose across her shoulder and drop a gentle kiss on her arm. “I kiss you here.” I slip my hand past the waistband of her panties. My fingers are drowning in her juices. Fuck. “Then I touch you here.”
She moans, opening her legs for me. She’s so wet, so soft, so warm. I’d be the happiest man in the world if the one thing I got to do for the rest of my life is make love to her. Yeah, I said it. No matter how we do it – hard, soft, fast, or slow – wearemaking love. There’s no way I can compare what’s between us with anything I’ve done with any other woman.
“Gage…”
And there’s my trigger. There’s just something about the way she says my name that drives me fucking wild. I make quick work of removing her panties, and then I kneel between her legs. She stares up at me, chest heaving.
“Then what?” she asks in a soft voice.
I spread her legs, exposing her beautiful pussy to my hungry eyes. Her lips are swollen and glistening with her juices. I need to taste her. Lying on my stomach, I make myself comfortable. She rests on her elbows, watching me. I start at her knee and trail soft kisses down her thigh, feeling as it trembles beneath my lips. I kiss each scar, renewing my vow to kill the motherfucker who dared to touch her. Her scent wafts up to me, enticing my thoughts back to her body. Raising my eyes to hers, I move to her other thigh, expelling a slow breath as I pass over her pussy. She moans, her head falling back. I sink my teeth into her thigh then return to my favorite place, breathing her in.
“Then, I lick you here.”
I slide my tongue up her lips, parting them. Her hips rise up off the bed. A few slow strokes, then I flail my tongue on her clit.
“Oh, God!” she cries out.
She alternates between moans and whimpers, quivering with every touch. I love that shit. My dick loves it. I’m so ready to dive into her. Not yet, though. I have to take care of her first. I take my time, gently licking every inch of her soft, pink flesh. I really could live down here. I love the way she reacts to my tongue, the way she trembles and grabs my hair. And her taste. Fucking hell. Better than any dessert.
That gives me an idea.
She groans when I move away. “Don’t stop,” she whimpers, her voice a plea. I’m tempted to give in.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t. Move.”
Her eyes snap open and she nods, the way she does every time I give her a command. My dick jumps. She’s the perfect mix of submissive and assertive, if there’s even such a thing. I love her obedience, but I adore her smart mouth, too.
“Yes,sir,” she says, giving me a patronizing salute.
“I mean it, Raven. Don’t fucking move.”
“Where are you going?”
“You’ll see.”
