Page 107 of Forever Mine
I love it when he takes charge. My sweet man with a secret dirty side.
“I want your cock in me. Now.”
“Patience,” he says, playfully throwing my words back at me.
“Elijah,” I growl.
“Yeah, fiancé?”
“Say it again.”
“Fiancé.”
He sinks inside me two knuckles deep, his wicked fingers fucking me mercilessly. The noises I make are borderlinepornographic as he takes me to a place of euphoria that borders between pleasure and pain.
His tongue lashes at the supple skin of my perineum before he takes me back into his mouth and skyrockets me to heaven. I come hard. Pulse after pulse of release that he devours like I’m fucking candy.
He sits up and licks my essence off his lips.
“Missed some,” I say, swiping my thumb up his chin.
He sucks the digit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the pad. My dick, which should be spent right now, swells with renewed vigor.
He peers down between us. “Damn, Julien.”
My grin is smug. “It’s your fault for teasing me.”
He palms my erection. “I changed my mind. I want you to destroy me with your cock.”
I pull him down, seeking his mouth, and take his plush bottom lip between my teeth. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”
Our laughter echoes around us as we fight to shed his clothes and the rest of mine.
“Top or bottom,” he pants, his voice thready with need.
I lick up the column of his neck, then thrust my tongue into his mouth when his lips eagerly part. There is nothing sweet or slow in the way I kiss him.
“I want you on top.”
Splaying my hands across his chest, I smooth fingertips over his pectorals. Elijah has a beautiful body. Satin-soft skin and toned, defined muscles.
His eyelids close, and he hums when I lightly scrape across his nipples until they harden into tiny peaks.
“That feels really good.”
He rotates his hips, the friction against my steel-hard cock delicious.
“So do you,” I reply.
His tongue darts out when I push my middle finger past the seam of his lips, using his spit as lube. Reaching around to his ass, I slip my finger in, and he clamps down.
“Always so tight.”
His head falls forward until our foreheads touch, his breathing ragged as I stretch him. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”
His lips cover mine, taking and giving. Elijah’s kisses are incredibly soft, and I melt into it, craving more.
“Ready, Angel?”
