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“No.” I grin and she returns it.
“Has another girl put their mouth on you?”
“Yes.” This time when her lips turn down, I roll her under me and brace myself above her.
“You’re really good with your tongue, and I kind of hate the thought of another girl getting you off.”
“I’m really good at reading people,” I tell her, dipping my head to suck the sensitive skin behind her ear, “and I love tasting you—watching you react and every sinful noise you make.” I work my way down her throat. “It’s addicting.”
She moans, her back arching off the bed as I trace her collarbone with my tongue, the scent of sugar and chocolate andherintoxicating as she hooks her knee over my hip.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I grip her thigh and hold it tight against me, pinning her exactly where I want her as she whimpers and writhes across the sheets.
“It’s not enough to know my dick has only ever been inside your pussy?” I muse, trailing my palm across her belly and sliding my fingers through her wetness.
Heaven.
“Bodhi.”
“I wouldn’t worry, baby. You’ve already erased them from my mind—every kiss, every hand and tongue,” I tell her, sinking my fingers in her tight, hot center. “It’s just you.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Like this?” I curl my fingers, dragging them along the spot inside her that had her chanting my name last night.
“Yes.”
“I might never get enough, Ella, because I already want to be buried inside you again, feel you come apart as you fucking scream.”
Her orgasm is stunning, violent in the way her walls clamp around my fingers, my dick aching to be the lucky recipient of that intensity. She’s chanting incoherently, her tits heavy and round and begging to be touched as she fists the bedding like she’s grasping a lifeline.
And maybe she is.
I hope she is.
Because she just might be mine.
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ELLA
Bodhi Maxwell is a virgin.
Was.
Hewasa virgin.
We’d certainly taken care of that.
Lying in his arms is, without a doubt, my new favorite place to be, warm and safe and utterlymine.
Because I wasn’t joking when I said that licking him had done just that.
Mine.
