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Hard.
“Boyd!” I finally manage, my body shuddering beneath his tongue.
The hint of an orgasm only seems to fuel Boyd’s ferocity. I squirm my hips and his fingers tighten until I feel a pulse of pain radiating from where he’s holding me down. Now I can’t move at all. I can’t even squirm.
The pressure builds until it’s blinding. I manage a deep breath before the orgasm tears through me. It feels so good I almost scream, but I don’t seem to have that much breath in my body. It comes out like a loud groan, followed by a squeal.
“Fuck! That feels good!” I finally force out.
Touching myself always felt like a tease. This is no tease. This is incredible. Boyd’s furious tongue moves against my clit while the orgasm peaks. The peak lingers so long my muscles tighten and spasm until my toes curl, and then I feel another orgasm building.
“Boyd! I’m going to—I’m going to come again!” I cry out.
His tongue speeds up, like this is exactly what he wants. The second orgasm is even stronger than the first. It’s so strong that when I hit the peak, multiple smaller orgasms make my walls quiver until another hard orgasm detonates inside me.
“Oh…” I’m not even sure which deity to scream, so it just comes out like a garbled mess. “God-Cthulhu-Freya!”
Boyd pauses, shrugs, and his tongue slithers inside me.
I’m stuck at the peak of multiple orgasms. I’m no longer in control of my body. No longer in control of anything. I gave up control as soon as I felt Boyd’s lips against mine for the very first time. Now I’m his, and I’m caught in his viselike grip—trapped beneath his furious tongue.
Boyd’s tongue is everywhere at once again. Massaging my clit. Lapping at my arousal. Pushing into me just enough to steal my next breath. I’m getting more sensitive, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s not finished with me.
The pleasure rips through me until it aches while Boyd forces me to climax over and over. It feels like I might pass out, but the blinding bliss pulls me back to reality. I scream his name. Several deities. I’m sure everyone in the hotel can hear me at this point. I might be louder than the slot machines in the casino below us.
“I can’t take anymore!” I gasp out, and Boyd’s tongue pulls away.
“Yes, you can,” he insists. “You’re not going anywhere until I get my fill, and it takes an awful fucking lot to fillmeup.”
“Oh, fuck!” I squeal when his tongue darts across my folds again.
I’ve given myself to a man with a ravenous appetite. Possibly one as big as his mountainous frame.
My vision goes fuzzy. My head spins. I gasp for every single breath I manage to take. But the euphoria doesn’t stop. My sensitive pussy just keeps getting driven to the brink of one maddening orgasm after another.
“Boyd, Boyd, you have to stop!” I choke out, lightly tapping his shoulders, because that’s the best I can do. “You’re going to kill me…”
“I know CPR,” he chuckles, the rumble radiating to my core a second before I feel his maddening tongue pushing for another release.
The ache and sensitivity blends with the ecstasy, and all I can do is give in.
Again.
CHAPTER 12
Boyd
I’m intoxicated by her delicious nectar, and I can’t get enough.
I’ve never felt this hungry. Thisravenous.
As soon as I walked out of the bathroom and saw her standing there with that needy look in her eyes, I knew I was trapped. Enthralled. Unable to do anything but kiss the fucking lips I’ve been thinking about since Massimo’s wedding.
Maybe that’s why I was so resistant when the boss told me to look after her for a few days. Because she’s been on my mind. Toying with my thoughts. Lingering there, between her visits to Las Vegas.
And every time she came back, I noticed. Every time I saw her counting cards in the casino. Close enough to hear her lovely laugh with each winning hand. Every time I stared a drunk guy down because he got too close to her. That night the stare didn’twork, and I had togentlyescort some asshole outside, while she was oblivious to the entire exchange.
I’ve been looking after her longer than she realizes. Protecting her. Letting her get tangled around a part of me I didn’t want to expose again.
