Page 16 of Forbidden Match

“Let me know everything you like and don’t like,” he says. “I want to make you scream. I’ve needed to hear you scream my name for far too long.”

I can only drop my head back onto the pillows as he keeps moving his tongue sinuously up and down my pussy. I can’t stop moving along with him, writhing and twisting until he chuckles low against my inner thigh and clamps his hands down on either side of my hips to keep me still.

I can still grab at his hair as the delicious sensations build and soon, I’m gripping with all my might, desperate to stay present as Levi as he sends me into space with his perfect ministrations.

“Do you like it?” he asks.

I can’t speak at all. I make a feral noise in response as I urge him on with my hands. Once again, he laughs and holds me tight as he plunges his tongue deep inside me. My cries reverberate around the walls of the big room, practically shaking the floor-to-ceiling windows as Levi keeps lapping at me. It’s pure, perfect torture.

My ankles lock around his shoulders as my hands fall to his arms. I’m bucking so hard he has to let me go, and my whole body is alive with waves of pleasure.

After what could be minutes or hours, I find myself limp and panting, my hands loose and floppy at my sides while my legs are still spread with Levi resting between them, stroking my skin gently. After I catch my breath, I realize I’m greedy for more.

I tug on his shoulders with the last of my strength. “I can’t be a virgin for a second longer, Levi,” I say.

He rises up and I grab at the front of his boxer briefs, pulling them down until his cock springs into my hands. I swallow, suddenly a bit nervous about what I’ve been begging for. He closes his eyes as I stroke him and with that, my nerves evaporate.

I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me. IknowI can.

“I don’t think either of us are going to be virgins for much longer,” he says, jumping up to shove his boxers the rest of the way down before kicking them away. I scramble up and over to the edge of the bed and grab his waist, pulling him close.

“I want to …” I kiss down from his belly button, feeling his core muscles tighten beneath my lips. He grabs a handful of my hair and groans.

“Only for a minute Mol.” He takes a ragged breath and continues, “I can’t control myself for much longer.”

I grip his pulsing length and lick the dripping tip of his cock, feeling almost giddy with excitement and power. This is big, bossy, grumpy Levi—and I’m making him quake. Soon I’m taking him all the way into my mouth, as far as I can, nearly choking on every thick inch of him. I drag my lips along hissilken hard length, glancing up to see his expression. His eyes are closed, his hands still knotted in my hair, and when I suck him hard, his lips fall open in a groan again.

His grip tightens and he pulls me off of him. I can’t help whining greedily for him. “More of that later,” he promises. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”

Once I’m on my back, he spreads my legs and slides a hand up my thigh. Our eyes lock as he pushes a finger inside me. I try my hardest not to gasp as he gently thrusts it inside me, gently praising me as he make me ready for his huge cock. I bite my lip as he pushes deeper.

“Christ, your pussy is so tight,” he says, his teeth gritting as if he’s holding on for dear life. “I promise not to hurt you, baby.”

I can only nod. Of course he won’t. I end up giggling. “You’d have to beat yourself up if you did.”

He laughs too, but it’s strained. “I need you,” he tells me, moving so that he can rub the tip of his cock against my opening. “I need to fuck you so damn bad, Molly.”

I rest my hands on his chest and our gazes lock just as he begins to breach my entrance. “I need you, Levi. Every bit of you.”

He pushes in an inch, his legs shaking with the effort to go slow. I don’t want him to go slow, thought, so I rise up, pulling him down to me. “Fuck me,” I plead. “Ram every last inch deep inside me.”

Levi roars and drives his cock home. There’s a short, sharp burst of pain but it dulls as soon as he stills within me, turning to pleasure almost instantly as his heart thunders against mine. He finds my mouth and kisses me deeply. I realize my fingernailsare digging into his shoulders and I loosen my grip, moaning softly into his mouth to let him know I want more.

He gives me so much more.

Every long, smooth stroke brings me back to the precipice and soon I’m shaking beneath him.

“I need to come inside you,” he groans, moving faster and harder. “Oh god, I need to come inside this tight little pussy of yours right now.”

At the last second, he pushes his hand between us and finds the magic spot he’d gotten with his tongue earlier, pressing it as he rams deep again and again until we’re both moaning this time. I swear I can feel him filling me up and I hold on for all I’m worth, wanting the moment to last forever. He slows and finally collapses on top of me with a strangled laugh.

I join in weakly, barely able to breathe under his weight, while also not wanting him to move. He rises up on his elbows so I can catch a breath, then rains kisses down my jaw and neck.

“I loved every second of that,” he says, pulling me so I’m nestled in next to him. “Uh, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I tip my chin up to see him smiling to himself, eyes closed contentedly. He seems to sense me watching him and opens his eyes, raising a brow at me.

I wait a beat to answer, just to tease him. “Me too.”

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