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He frees his already hard cock and steps back between my legs. One hand grips my hip, holding me exactly where he wants me as he lines himself up.
“Revel.” His name comes out needier than I intend.
“What do you need, Mama?”
“You.” I push back toward him impatiently. “I fucking need you.”
A rough groan tears out of him.
“Fuck, Cece.”
Then he slides into me.
Slowly.
My fingers twist into the sheets as he works himself deeper, stretching me around him until the pressure steals whatever smart-ass comment I had left.
“Fuck!” I cry out when his hips finally press flush against mine.
“Yeah,” he grunts behind me. “That’s what I fucking thought.”
Before I can catch my breath, he spits onto my ass. His thumb follows, circling slowly while his other hand stays locked around my hip.
“Fuck, Revel.”
A low groan rumbles out of him, his grip tightening as my body shudders beneath his touch.
His hand leaves my hip and comes around my throat, firm enough to pull me upright against him. My head tips back toward his shoulder, and when my eyes start to close, his grip tightens just enough to get my attention.
“Look at me, Mama.”
I force them open and look back at him.
Fuck.
The Revel staring at me barely resembles the cocky asshole who was joking about imaginary daughters outside the club. His jaw is tight, breathing rough, eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that makes the whole stupid fantasy suddenly feel a lot less like a joke.
“There you go.” His voice drops. “Don’t look away.”
His mouth finds the side of my neck, teeth catching hard enough to pull a broken sound from me. My hand reaches back blindly, fingers tangling in his hair as he leaves another mark against my skin.
“Revel…”
“Tell me.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Tell me you want it.”
Any smart-ass answer I could give him is long fucking gone.
“I want it.”
His breathing catches.
“Want what, Mama?”
“You know what.”
“I wanna hear you fucking say it.”
“Fuck.” My fingers tighten in his hair. “I want you to feel you come inside me. I want all of you.”
