Page 19 of Dare You to Love Me

Instead of responding, her fingers wrap around my cock before she slowly runs her palm over the thick length. I can’t help but arch into her touch, needing more.

Needing everything she’s willing to give.

I don’t realize that I’ve closed the space between us until her pouty lips wrap around the head of my dick before she sucks me into her mouth.

Fuck.

I don’t think anything has ever felt so amazing. Her gaze stays locked on mine as her cheeks hollow and she takes me so deep that I nudge the back of her throat.

A sharp hiss escapes from me. “That feels so damn good.”

As loathe as I am to pull out, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself from coming if she keeps this up.

“Stella…you need to stop.”

She smirks around my girth as a teasing glint enters her eyes and her mouth turns voracious.

“When I come again, it’ll be inside your pussy,” I growl before pulling away. “Not that pretty little mouth.”

A second later, my cock pops free.

Arousal floods my system as I lean down and kiss her. “You just wait until I get my lips on you. Two can play at this game.”

A delicate shiver slides through her. “Looking forward to it.”

Me, too.

I’ve always enjoyed sex. But not like this. Before, it was just a way to get my rocks off or relieve stress. This…

Is so much more.

And it means absolutely everything.

I lick my way down her throat and collarbone until reaching her breasts. My tongue circles one pert tip before sucking it deep into my mouth. It doesn’t take long for her spine to arch. I release the first one before giving the same attention to the other side. I’ve spent years dreaming about her breasts and wanting to play with them. Turns out reality is even better than what I imagined. I could spend hours sucking on her while palming the softness.

And if I have my way, that’s exactly what will happen.

I want to worship every delectable inch of this girl.

It’s only when she’s writhing beneath me that I sink farther down her body before reaching the waistband of her leggings.

As my fingers slide beneath the elastic band, I glance up. “I want you to be sure about this. No regrets.”

I don’t think I could bear for that to happen.

I was beside myself when I woke up and found her missing. But I figured she might be at the Roasted Bean. Especially with it fully decked out for Christmas. She can’t get enough of the holiday cheer. The moment practice ended, I took a chance and headed over to the small coffee shop.

She sucks in a steady breath before releasing it back into the atmosphere. “I’m sure, Riggs. No regrets.”

Thank fuck.

My attention stays locked on her as I slide the stretchy material along with the panties down both her hips and thighs until she’s gloriously bare. I kneel between her legs as my gaze licks over her length. My fingers stroke her thighs before pressing them apart, wanting to see every delicate inch.

Air gets clogged in my lungs as I eat her up with my eyes before leaning down and pressing a kiss against her pussy. Last night, I sampled a small taste.

But I want more.

Need more.

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