Page 74 of Never Let You Go

She’s pliable under my hands, answering my strokes like a field of barley in the wind. Fuck, and she’s turning me into a poet. I suck on her earlobe, and she exhales a moan that almost makes me come.

“Whatever you give me, I just don’t want you to stop,” she says in my neck. “I want you to let go with me.”

Daaaamn.

She shouldn’t talk like that.

Because me letting go means her clothes are ripped off, I’m getting drunk on her sweet juices, and I’m making her come before I even unzip my jeans.

Then I’m pounding her.

“I’m not the gentleman you think I am,” I growl and pinch her nipple, to which she responds with a full body tremor and back arching. “But I’ll act like one. Don’t want you running back to these office types too soon.”

The thought of Alexandra back in New York in a few months, moving on with other guys, doesn’t sit well with me. If anything, it makes me harder. Angry hard.

“I can’t wait to suck on your adorable toes.”

“How do you know my toes are adorable?” she asks, her middle grinding against my cock, as if he’s the one giving the answer.

“’Cause they’ll match those delicate fingers of yours.”

She nudges one hand between us, her nails scraping through the thick fabric of my pants.

“Those fingers?”

I push her hand gently away from my dangerously throbbing cock. “Beautiful, you’re going to make me come before we even get started.”

“So?”

I chuckle. “So. Ladies first.”

I circle my tongue around her hard nipple and trail my hand between her legs.

She’s so hot down there. And wet. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”

“Oh god, Christopher,” she meowls, her hips bucking under my fingers.

I fucking love the way she draws out my name.

Love the way she moves under me.

“Beautiful,” I say, taking her lips again. Her mouth is so sweet, and she gives so much. She wraps her hands around my neck like she’s about to drown, and she gives me access to her mouth, and also she sweeps inside mine as if my pleasure is more important than hers, and god I want to give her everything but she’s giving me so much already. I pull back just enough to look at her beautiful face, and her eyes open just enough to drink me in, gaze unfocused, irises so deep.

She rakes her nails softly against my back, trails them down to my ass. “God I want you so bad,” she whispers.

I tug her leggings and panties down in one pull and sweep my hands across the silky flesh of her inner thighs.

She whimpers.

“Yeah,” I growl.

My fingers find her folds, so sweet, so soaked for me. I slide two fingers inside her, my thumb on her clit, and just like that, she falls apart under me.

She’s loud. A beautiful wail, my name on her lips.

God.

She’s perfect.

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