Page 65 of Mine to Take

Instead of dwelling on that thought, I shove it from my brain and lower my face to the valley of her cleavage. I press my lips against the soft flesh between her breasts before nipping at one of the stiffened peaks poking through the sheer material. I make sure to give the same attention to the other side.

The need to see her bare-chested pounds through me like a steady drumbeat until it’s all I can think about. I slip my hands around her ribcage and unhook the clasp. As soon as the stretchy material springs free, I pluck the straps from her arms, drawing away the bra.

It meets the same fate as the jacket and sweater.

Her breasts are gorgeous, with tiny blush-colored nipples that are too tempting to ignore. I’m salivating for another taste.

I press the outer sides of each one together before drawing one stiff bud between my lips. Her spine arches off the mattress as I take her deep into my mouth.

“Please,” she gasps, fingers tangling in my hair, as if to hold me in place.

Doesn’t she realize that it’s unnecessary?

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with her.

I release the puckered tip with a soft pop. “Please what? What do you want, sunshine? I’m going to need you to spell it out for me.”

A frustrated explosion of sound escapes from her.

I nip at the other hard peak with sharp teeth. “Not good enough.”

“I want you to touch me,” she says on a gasp.

My tongue darts out to swirl around the areola. “Isn’t that what I’m doing? Touching you?”

“Not like that.”

“Then how? Tell me.”

“I want you to suck on my breasts.”

Color stains her cheeks. It’s the most adorable thing ever.

“Like this?” I circle my tongue around the little bud before drawing it deep into my mouth.

Another choked response escapes from her as her fingers tighten, the nails scraping against my scalp.

The pain of it grounds me in the moment unfolding between us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

She’s the only thing I’m cognizant of.

All I want to do is give her more pleasure than she knows what to do with.

I want her addicted to my hands, mouth, and cock.

More than anything, I want to make sure that I’m as stuck in her brain as she is in mine.

Is that even possible?

I have no idea.

Once I release her nipple, I lift my head to meet her dazed eyes. They’re heavy lidded. She looks blitzed out of her mind. Pride swells within me that I’m the one who put that expression on her face.

“Is that what you needed, sunshine?”

She blinks away the mental fog until her gaze can once again focus on mine. “Yes.”

“Do you want more of what only I can give you?”

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