Page 117 of Make Me Dream of You

I want her to come for me, to feel her tighten and pulse around my cock as she screams my name. As I distract her, she overwhelms me with her beauty, her sent, her noises.

I’m already getting close, and the sight of my thick shaft, covered and glistening in her juices as she eases me out of her, about pushes me over.

“Fuck,” I say.

She goes harder. Her juices…on my cock.

“Oh shit. Liv, stop.”

She stills, snapping her head to me with big, doe eyes. “What’s the matter?”

“No condom.”

Her jaw drops. “Oh fuck.” She scrambles off me, crab crawling to the edge of the mattress. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t?—”

“You never have to be sorry with me, angel.”

I take her hand and she comes to me, then I hook her around the ribs and toss her to the bed onto her back. She lands with a bounce and a squeal.

“Show me,” I say.

She tucks her legs up and spreads her knees for me, showing me her beautiful body. Her inner thighs are shiny and slick, and I need to taste her.

She cries out as soon as my tongue licks between her lips and finds her most sensitive spot. Her hands immediately clamp to the back of my head. She fists my hair as I bring her to the edge, over and over, her legs quiver, her breathing heavier, moans louder, and then I pull back just to hear her whimper with need.

“Please,” she whispers. “Please, I need you.”

My cock pulses. I need the relief as much as she does. “I know. I’ve got you.”

I sit back on my heels and open the bedside table to get the condom. She watches me slide it on as she lies there, legs spread, panting and flushed. The sight alone is enough to make me lose it.

As I lower myself back over her, I lift her arms over her head on the pillow. Both of her small wrists fit in my hand with ease, and I pin them down while I kiss her. Her lips are swollen and soft. She sucks on my tongue and pulls at my lips with her teeth.

She’s needy for me. Greedy. Feral.

Such a good girl. I guide myself into her and she thrusts her hips up to take me deeper, faster.

Fuck.

I press my forehead to hers as we move together, her rolling hips meeting my thrusts. Skin slapping on skin. Breaths and gasps swallowed by kisses.

I sit up on my haunches, releasing her wrists.

“Keep your hands where they are.”

She hums and whines desperately as I hold her hips and fuck into her. But she obeys, keeping her hands above her head. Such a good girl, my Liv.

I splay my hand over her stomach, my thumb dipping down as my cock pushes in and out of her. As I strum and circle her clit, I’m mesmerized by her face—thrown back in rapture, barely able to keep her eyes open, biting her bottom lip.

“Say my name. Say it when you come for me.”

She tries to focus on me, out of breath, body rocking. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Her eyes roll back, and I change the direction of my circles, not too fast, not too hard. My thumb is soaked, my cock throbbing, my entire being aching to release.

But her first. Always her first.

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