Page 94 of Temptation
“I’ll say keep going. I’ll say you are the one I want most in this entire world.”
He put his mouth on her. Right between her legs.
“Preston!”
She arched against him. His hands tightened on her thighs, and his tongue stroked her clit. He licked her over and over, then dipped his tongue inside of her hot core. He was frantic for her taste. Frantic for her pleasure. He thrust his tongue into her. Laving. Licking. He pulled back and lashed her clit over and over even as his fingers rose to push into her.
Her hips flew up. Heaved against him. Her body tensed as she arched toward his mouth.
Relentless, ruthless, desperate, he could not stop. He could taste her for hours and never get enough. Always. Endlessly. Again and again. He licked. He sucked.
She came against his mouth.
He kept tasting her. Licking up every single drop of her pleasure.
Until she came again. Heaves of her body. Desperate gasps of his name.
He’d hurt her before. She might deny it, but Preston knew that he had. He would never, ever hurt her again. When she thought of him, he wanted her to only know pleasure. So much pleasure.
When he fucked her again, she would be completely ready. He was making sure of it. With his fingers. With his tongue.
“Preston…you are killing me!”
No. No. His head rose. He licked his lips, tasting her on him. “Never that.” Never her.
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Yanked it on his dick, then he was rolling on the bed. Settling her on top of him. The better for him to see every single bit of her. Her round breasts. Her curving hips.
She straddled him. His hands clamped tightly around her waist as he slowly lowered her onto the hard dick that waited for her. Inch by inch. Not rushing. Watching her face every single moment for any sign of pain.
If he saw pain, he’d stop. He’d make her come again with his mouth. He’d make her come endlessly.
No pain. Only pleasure.
But her lips were parted. Her eyes wide. Her hands pushed against his chest, and she squirmed as she tried to fight his hold and take more of him, faster.
He didn’t let her go faster.
Inch by inch.
He’d worked the head of his cock into her. Sweat covered his body because he was holding back. He wanted to drive deep. Every dark urge inside of him wanted Preston to plunge. To pierce. To consume.
But he was more than darkness. With her.
Inch by inch.
Her breath choked out. He lowered her slowly. So slowly. Until his cock filled her. Stretched her. Owned her.
Until she surrounded him. Until she owned him.
Lodged to the hilt, he stared up at her. So fucking tight. Hot. Wet.
Her inner muscles clamped around him, squeezing.
His heels pushed into the mattress. “Sloane…”
He raised her up. She pushed onto her knees. Her fingers scraped over his nipples.
He pulled her back down. Inch. By. Inch.
