Page 17 of Claiming Love

He growls and guides my legs over his shoulders. A girl could get used to this. Slowly, slowly, he drags his tongue through my folds. When he reaches my clit, he stops licking, merely flexing his tongue and rolling it like a wave as pleasure breaks over my body.

I writhe under him as Huxley licks and nips at my pussy, devouring me like he said he would. He reaches my entrance and circles his tongue around my throbbing opening before dipping it inside. We both groan as I clench around him. He sips from my center, drinking down my juices and massaging the walls of my tight channel.

I buck my hips, but Huxley spreads one large hand over my stomach, stilling my motions and creating a delicious pressure in my core. His other hand slides underneath me, gripping my ass in a punishing hold. He has me locked in place, forcing me to feel every teasing lick, every slow stroke, every light scrape of his teeth over my sensitive bundle of nerves.

My back shoots off the bed as pleasure rockets through me. He slides his hands down to my hips, pinning me to the bed and growling into my pussy. I’m teetering on the edge, curling my toes, fisting his hair, and crying out.

I scream his name and thrash as a brutal orgasm rips through me. I feel unhinged, fucking his face like a wild animal, but he holds me in place, licking me clean.

“Goddamn,” Huxley grunts, as out of breath as I am.

He stands and fumbles with the button on his jeans, practically ripping his clothes off while I stare at his dick. It’s intimidatingly massive, much like the rest of him.

“Touch yourself,” he grits.

“W-what?” I whisper.

Huxley groans and fists his cock, pumping his hand up and down. “Spread those legs, pretty girl, and play with your cunt. Fuck, do it now.”

My body responds to his command before my brain can catch up. I slide my hand down my torso and dip my fingers into my throbbing pussy, circling my clit.

“Jesus Christ, you’re perfect. So beautiful. My sweet, sexy girl.”

My chest swells with pride at his praise, and warm liquid spills over my fingers. “I need you,” I whimper, blurring my fingers over my bundle of nerves.

My other hand moves to my breast, pinching my nipple like Huxley did. I squeeze my eyes shut and bow my back off the bed, nearly coming undone again. Knowing he’s watching me is so freaking hot, even more so when he swears under his breath like he’s barely hanging on too.

“Enough,” Huxley rasps. He swats my hand from my center, replacing it with his. “So hot and wet for me. Gonna make this pussy feel so good, Jordan. I promise to take care of you.”

Huxley climbs onto the bed, scooting me up before settling between my thighs. His thickness slides up and down my cunt as he coats himself in my cream and taps the head of his cock against my sensitive clit.

“I’m the first one to see you like this, right?” he asks, ghosting his fingertips down my side, following the slight dip in my waist and the curve of my hip.

“First and last,” I say before I can think better of it.

“First and fucking last,” Huxley echoes, taking my lips in a searing kiss. “Ready to be mine?” he whispers against my lips.

“So ready,” I nod, kissing him again.

The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and he thrusts his hips, filling me with one long stroke. I cry out and cling to him as he stretches me and holds still, buried inside me.

“I’m sorry, sweet girl. It won’t hurt after this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispers into the shell of my ear before placing soft kisses up and down my neck.

He slides his hand in between us, the rough pad of his thumb circling my clit. I let out a shuddering breath as my pussy pulses around him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans.

“We fit,” I murmur, wiggling my hips. “I know it’s supposed to hurt, but it feels…” I gasp when he pinches my clit, my core clenching and trying to suck him further inside.

“How does it feel?” Huxley asks, starting to move inside me with shallow thrusts.

“Perfect. It feels perfect.”

He growls in approval and pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips and wedging his thick dick even deeper inside me.

“Fuck me back, baby,” he grits, hitting the end of me with each rough stroke.

I plant my feet on the mattress and spread my legs, lifting my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust. Huxley lets out a tortured groan and kisses down my neck and chest, swirling his tongue over one nipple and then the other.

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