Page 108 of Yours, Now and Always
I grind against his face, moaning through the pleasure wrecking me. And when he groans, when the soundvibratesagainst me, I edge closer to release.
Not fully. Not yet.
But I’m close.
And Gage knows it.
“Don’t hold back,” he rasps, voice thick and dark between my thighs. “You fucking give it to me, Princess. I’ve earned this.”
My legs shake. My hips buck.
And still, he holds me down, mouth locked to my clit as if he might never stop.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls against me. “Give it to me, Amelia. I want all of it.”
He slides two fingers deep, reaching the spot he knows I need him to, and my cry echoes off the walls.
“Fuck,” he growls. “This fucking pussy.”
I sob his name as the pleasure rolls through me.
I’m so close.
So fucking close.
“You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna fall apart on my mouth?”
I nod frantically, breath ragged, thighs trembling around his head.
“Then do it. Fucking make a mess on me, Princess.”
He sucks my clit harder. Flicks his tongue just right. And when he growls again—deep, possessive,starving—I come.
My hands go to his hair and I grip it hard, trying to keep his headexactlywhere it is as my hips grind desperately against his face. My orgasm tears through me. All-consuming.
And still, he doesn’t stop.
He keeps his mouth right where it is, allowing me to hold him in place where I want him, and just keeps sucking and licking.
And then it’s too much for me. I’m coming, and it’s too intense and it’s not enough and I want him to stop and I want him to never take his hands or mouth off me and I want it all now andoh my god...
I let go of his hair and cry out his name.
And that’s it.
That’s the moment he snaps. The moment I know his brain and his dick have moved into pure filth mode.
He shoves up onto his knees, his big hands gripping my thighs to put them where he wants them. One lands over his shoulder. He spreads the other wide, using his weight to press me open as he lines up and thrusts inside me in a single, brutal stroke.
“Fuck.”
The sound rips from his chest as he sinks into me, deep and hard and all the way.
“Jesus, Amelia,” he growls, already fucking moving. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking tight. You missed this cock, didn’t you?”
The sound I make says I’ve lost control of my body. Because I have. All that’s left is this man inside me and the way he’s pounding into me like he needs this to breathe.
“Say it,” he rasps. “Tell me you missed the way I stretch you.”
