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“You want my mouth here?” he asks.
All I can do is close my eyes and nod.
He closes his lips around a nipple and sucks. He’s not gentle. Nothing about Samson Vexley is gentle. Already I know he’s never been gentle. He shouldn’t be. It would be completely out of character. I bet his dominance is coded somewhere in his DNA.
With his other hand, he twists and tortures my other nipple. I buck and arch beneath him, reaching, reaching, reaching…
And when he releases the nipple from his grasp, glides his hand lower, lower, lower…
And shoves two fingers inside me?—
I shatter again.
“You like that, little beauty?” he rasps against my breast. “You like me fucking you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out on a sigh.
“I’m going to eat that pussy. I’m going to suck everything out of you.” He releases my nipple and moves down, spreading my legs.
At first he just stares at me, at my pussy that I know must be swollen and glistening.
“Fuck,” he says as he sucks on my clit piercing. “This is so hot.”
I had my clitoral hood pierced back in college after a night of drinking with my sorority sisters. Hurt like hell, but once it healed… Damn, the tugging. It’s an orgasm magnet.
He tongues it, pulls on it, wraps his lips around it.
Then he slides his tongue through my folds, making a slurping sound. “Fuck, you taste good.”
He wasn’t kidding. He’s eating me. Devouring me as if I’m a feast and he’s been starving. I tower over the cliff once more, feeling more than hearing words from Samson’s mouth as he licks, sucks, tugs…
Delaney…
Weakness…
Delicious…
So wet…
Little beauty…
Little bitch…
Mine…
I can’t talk. Can hardly breathe. I don’t need words to tell him how much I want him. My body is screaming it out loud enough for both of us as I arch beneath him with every touch, every movement, every sensation spiking higher than before until all at once there’s nothing left but a climax so intense it rocks through me like a lightning strike.
He pulls away and raises his head. His eyes are an amber so penetrating that I’m almost sure they could catch fire.
“Not a weakness,” he grits out, before he climbs back up and shoves his hard cock back into me.
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Not a weakness…
Not a weakness…
