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I spring up, almost clipping his chin with my head. “Not over yet.”
“What?” He scrambles back, but I’m on him before he can get far.
“On your back, Sunshine.” He narrows his eyes but rolls to his back.
“Now what?” he asks, tucking his hands behind his head, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I drag my eyes over every exposed inch of him, committing the sight to my memory. He’s like a fucking statue, carved from marble with his smoldering stare, strong jaw, and defined abs. And don’t even get me started on the way his cock—long, thick, and hard—juts into the air, all but begging for my mouth.
“Now…” My lips curl in a filthy grin. “It’s my turn.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
ELLIS
That’sthe only warning I get beforeshe leans forward and fucking swallows my cock.Her mouth is warm and wet and so fucking perfect as shetakes me all the way to the back of her throat.
But I want toseeher. Want to see her throat work with every swallow. See the way her cheeks hollowas she sucks me down.I want to see it all.
Leaningforward, Igather her hair in my handsso I havethatunobstructed view of herI sointenselycrave.The sight alone is almost enough to do me in. She’s utter perfectionon her knees for me,with her ass in the air, her back arched, and herperky titson full display.
“Goddamn,”I grunt asshe wraps one hand around my length, working it in tandem with hermouth, licking and sucking and jerking me in perfect harmony.“I’m not gonna last much longer.”
She looks up at me through herlong, sooty lashes and grinsas she pops off my dick.“Good.”She flicks her tongue against the head.“Do it.”
“Scarlet.”Her name is a warning—one she doesn’t heed as shewraps her lips around the tip.“Absolutely not.”Isit up andgrasp her under her arms, manhandling herso she’s straddling me, with herpussy directly over my aching cock.“When I come, it’s going to be buried deep inside your cunt.”
“I can get on board with that.”She plants her hands against my chest and rocks against me, causing us both to moan.
“Condoms are in the?—”
“I want to feel you.” She slides her pussy along my dick until the tip nudges against her clit. “All of you. Want to feel you explode inside of me and watch your come leak out of me.”
My brain short circuits at the mental picture her words inspire. “Holy mother fucking shit.” I buck my hips beneath her. “As amazing as that sounds, gotta dot some I’s and cross some T’s first. Birth control?”
Sherolls hereyesand stretchesforward,herpebbled nipples brushing againstmychest.“I work at an OB-GYN office, Ellis. Birth control is covered. I’m also good to go ontesting and assume you are, too. If you really want, we can pause and email each other our results.”
“Nope,” I reply hoarsely, hanging on by a fraying thread. “I’m good.”
She smirks, reaching between us and wrapping her hand around my dick, lining us up so she can sink down onto my length.
Thefeel of herslick pussy hugging my cock is hot enough to rewire my fucking brain chemistry. I honestly don’t know how I ever went a day without knowing thistype of pleasure. She fits like she was made for me—made to be mine.
Our gazes clash as I lift my head to look at her. “You feel so good.” I grip her hips, pulling her closer. “Like heaven.”
She slides forward, rocking slowly against me, allowing us both time to. “Oh my god,” she moans, her clit rubbing against the base of my cock on every forward stroke.
“You feel…” She trails, herbreath stutteringasItightenmygrip onher hips.I’m holding her hard enough to bruise, and goddamn if the thought of her wearing my fingerprints isn’t sexy as hell.
“You look so good riding me,”Iwhimper,helping her rock against me.I’ve never whimpered before, not once in my entire life.But sex has never—and I mean ever—felt like this beforeeither. Time nolonger has anymeaning.Nothing exists outsideof the mutual pleasure we’re both so desperately chasing.
Flames lick at me from the inside out as she slides her hands up my chest. My heart thumps wildly against her palm, pounding in perfect harmony with the need rioting inside of me.
“I’m so close,” she cries out, trailing her right hand higher, curling her slender fingers around my throat.
“Fuuuuuck.”Myeyes practically roll back inmyheadas she applies gentle pressure.She’s not squeezing hard enough to restrict my airflow in any real way,but holy hell,if some part of me doesn’t want to beg her tosqueeze harder.“I canfeelhow close you are.”Her pussy flutters as she rides me, circling her hips in tight, controlled movements.“Get there.”
She keeps her pace, slow and steady, her hips flush with mine as she continues rocking against me like she has all the time in the world. “Make me,” she challenges, her voice low and honeyed—pure sex.
