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I laughed. “Me too. And I’m more than okay with that.”
She laughed with me, kissed me again. The kiss deepened, and then she rolled into me, pressing me onto my back. She broke the kiss, still gripping my beard under my chin in one hand, the other cupping my cheek. Kissed me once more, a swift peck on the lips. And then she grinned, wickedly.
Shifted down my body.
“Cass, wait.” I caught at her. “Don’t. Not that.”
She transferred my blindly groping hands to her hair. Kissed her way down my belly. “I want to.”
“It’s…I’m—too much.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” She hesitated as she settled between my thighs, grinning up at me. “What if I want to taste you as much as you like to taste me?”
I groaned, because I ached. Hard as a rock again, ready again. More ready for her than I’d ever been in my life. Wanting her. I wanted her. I didn’t want to come in her mouth, I wanted to be buried inside her.
I needed it.
Nothing mattered to me except the need to feel her sweet tight hot sex clamped around me, her breathing raw in my ear, whimpering my name.
I felt it, saw it. Saw it happening. Needed it.
“Cass, I need—”
She cut me off by taking me into her mouth. I lost the ability to speak. To breathe. To think. To exist outside the sensation of her warm wet mouth sucking hard around me, plowing downward. Taking me. Accepting me deeper. I felt her breasts sliding against my quads. I groaned, aching, throbbing.
“Fuck, oh fuck, Cass.” I heard my voice, but it sounded alien. From someone besides me. It sounded hoarse, raw and ragged and weak and whispery and destroyed.
Sweet unholy blissful hell.
Her mouth, god her mouth.
It was too good.
Too much like heaven. Too much like a perfect home for my cock that I never wanted to leave, ever. Could it just go on forever?
How was she breathing? She hadn’t stopped. She was just plunging her mouth down on me, swallowing around me, sliding her lips up and swirling her tongue all over me, and her hands were everywhere, cupping my balls and squeezing and massaging, a finger sliding along the tenderest underside, then clasping around my base as she spent a moment with her lips wrapped around the head and sucking and licking and bobbing hungrily, eagerly, almost desperately.
“God, Cass…Cassie, oh god—why?”
She just hummed, what sounded like an affirmative, and slid back down my length until she was swallowing around me again and her hands were doing incredible things, pumping at the base and cupping my sac and fondling and driving me absolutely insane.
How long?
I couldn’t fathom time. Couldn’t count seconds or minutes. I was just utterly lost in her, in the glory of her mouth.
And she never stopped, never slowed.
I ached. Throbbed.
My pulse pounded in my ears, drowning out everything, and my hips flexed and heat soared inside me and pressure mounted behind my belly and inside me and through me but it never stopped and she didn’t slow down and I wanted it to last forever.
Then, after a moment, she pulled free, gasping. Staring at me with wonder and awe and something like frustration. “Fucking hell, Ink. How long can you last?”
The moment she took her mouth off of me, I was done. It was over.
Madness took me.
I growled something, a curse perhaps, or something without words. Just a sound of feral sexual insanity. Need gone berserk.
