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He shoves into me, pressing me harder into the cool metal as he lets loose a dark, swift groan. “Hold tight.”

And then he hoists me against him, holding me firmly as he strides off towards the tallest building.

Chapter 12

Olistaire

By the time we reach my top floor apartment, Grace is fully pliant in my arms, and I can admit I’ve never been so pathetically desperate to get a woman out of her clothes as I am right now. But instead of throwing her onto the nearest vertical surface in my open plan kitchen and living space, ripping her lovely new dress to shreds and diving face-first into what I assume will be the prettiest slit I’ve ever seen, I force myself to remain in control. I slide her slowly down along my body, fling my keys on the kitchen island behind me, and palm her cheek.

There’s a pause as I stare into her blue eyes shining in the bright moonlight that bathes us through the floor to ceiling windows.

“Stay the night,” I murmur, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “I won’t be done with you after just one round.”

“Promises, promises…” She grins, mischief sparking across her features as she slowly sinks to her knees. I swallow, my heart jumping in my chest and my cock twitching at the sight of her kneeling. “The question is, how soon will I be done with you, Mr. I’m Too Cool For Commitment?”

I smile and slide my fingers into her hair. “You could try saying something else nice about me.”

“And risk inflating your ego further?” Her own smile stretches, and when she darts her pink tongue out to run along her bottom lip, my eyes track the motion fervently. “I think I’ll keep the rest a secret, thanks.”

Without preamble she unbuckles my belt and pulls open my zipper, reaching into my slacks to palm my cock. There’s something raw about her energy, as blunt as her words, all instinct and fire, and it gears me up. I find everything about her addictive.

But as she slides her hand down my length, she pauses, her fingers flexing curiously around my middle.

“What…”

I run my hand through her silky locks. “There’s nothing to be frightened of in there, sweetness,” I say, feeling a rush of something intense at the thought that she might never have seen a cock like mine before. From our previous conversations, I suspect she’s only ever been with a select few human men, and the idea delights me. The things that I can show her. “It’s all for you.”

She pulls me free, eyes widening and mouth parting in shock at the sight of me, and all her attempts ‘not to inflate my ego’ go flying out the window when she mutters, “You’re so big.”

I grin and take her hand in mine, sliding it up to my tip. “This is my head,” I tell her huskily, tingles shivering through me as her fingers trace around the flared, slightly flattened rim of my cock head. I draw her hand down along my length until she reaches just below the halfway mark, where my shaft bulges out and then back in spherically. “And this is my knot.”

Her breath hitches as she lifts her other hand to run all her fingers up, down and around what is an anomaly to her. Eyes still wide, she looks up at me and says, “Keep going,” before wetting her lips and falling directly onto my cock.

I hiss, unprepared for the sensation of her hot, soft mouth so suddenly encompassing as much of me as she can fit, and I jerk, reaching back and gripping tightly onto the marble island behind me.

“Fuck,” I grit, “Grace.”

Her tongue slides up my underside in exploration and she sucks messily, sending sparks along my spine. “Mm-hmm?”

Her fingers are still at my sensitive knot, squeezing curiously, and when she lightly grazes her nails along my skin I shudder, clenching my jaw and sucking in another sharp breath.

“Mmm?” she says and squeezes again. “Mmm?”

Zeus’s balls, she wants me to explain my anatomy now? Her mouth is stretched to its limits around me, bobbing back and forth as she does her utmost to feed me deeper, and the sight alone of half my cock now glistening with her spit and disappearing into her pretty lips is doing a number on me. I grind my teeth and grab the back of her head, slowing her enthusiastic rhythm so I can concentrate.

“My knot is… just a swelling,” I say, and she begins swirling her tongue in time with her slowed movements, which only sets me off in a different way. “And when I’m ready to come, it swells further.”

She makes a muffled little noise at that, and I bite my lip and lean back, tilting her face so I can better see her eyes as she sucks me.

“If you’re riding this cock when that happens,” I say, and I’m definitely panting now, “it’ll lock your pretty pussy to my shaft, and force you to take every last drop of me until I’m drained.”

Her pupils are blown wide, flared with heat and desire, and as I watch, she drops a hand and starts touching herself beneath her dress.

“Fuck,” I rasp, as she mewls around my length. “That’s right, kitten. Touch yourself while you pleasure me. Take what you need from my body.”

Her eyes close on a moan that I feel through my length, and as I watch her knees spread on the floor beneath me, her cheeks flushed and hollowed, her brows furrowed with pleasure and her hair wild and messy around her shoulders, I feel myself thickening further. Tension coils through me, stiffening my spine, and I have to stop this now or else this will all be over far, far too quickly. And I do not plan for round one to be done so soon.

I groan and pull her away, sinking to my knees before her and grabbing her face with both my hands to kiss her roughly. Her lips are puffy, and her mouth somehow wetter and softer even than before.

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