Page 70 of Dare To Live

“Want me to tie you up, Kitten?”

She shakes her head. “Not tonight.”

Her fingers work at the buttons on my shirt, until she can slip her hands inside and smooth them over my chest. She kneels up on the edge of the bed, pulls the shirt out of my pants then unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants. When she shoves them down my legs and frees my dick, she gives a soft sigh. Her hand wraps around it and strokes from base to tip. Her thumb smooths over the head, smearing precum over the tip.

“Take me in your mouth.”

She leans back to look up at me. “Kiss me.”

“Tell me you want me.”

She smiles but doesn’t reply, bending her head to open her mouth and suck me in. My jaw clenches. It’s become a fucking battle of wills. I need to hear her tell me. I need to know she wants me.

Now it’s a case of who will give in first.

I have a strong suspicion I know who’s going to lose … and it’s not going to be her.

My hands land in her hair, but I don’t try and take control of her movements as she swallows my dick. The sensation of her tongue licking at me, the pressure as she sucks my length, and swallows when I hit the back of her throat is like molten lava coursing through my veins. I don’t think I will ever get enough of her touch, her mouth, the soft sounds she makes.

When the first signs of orgasm tighten my nerves, I give a gentle tug on her hair and step back, easing my dick out of her mouth.

“Lie back.” My words are accompanied by my hand curving over her shoulder and guiding her down onto the mattress so I can crawl above her. I push one leg between her thighs and press it against her pussy while my mouth finds her nipple and sucks it in. I swirl around the hardened peak with my tongue, and her back arches as she moans.

“Eli, please.”

I give a sharp nip, drawing a hiss from her, and lift my head. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Not good enough.” My fingers find her clit and I tease and torment her until she’s clutching at my arms, the sheets, my hair. “Tell me you want me.”

“Eli, please.” Her flailing hand finds my dick, curls around it and squeezes. “I want this.” Her legs lift, hook around my hips. “Now, please.”

I reach between our bodies to fist my dick, lining it up with her entrance. “Look at me.”

Her eyes open, dark blue and hazy with desire.

“Ari.” I cup her jaw with my hand and brush my thumb over her lips while I kiss a path along her throat.

“Fuck me like you hate me.”

My lips find her ear. “But what if I don’t hate you?”

“Then fuck me like you need me.”

“I do need you.”

A small frown pulls her brows together. She reaches up to touch my cheek, my jaw, my lips. “Kiss me,” she whispers.

“Tell me you want me. I need to hear you say it.” Apparently, I’m not above pleading.

Her fingers slide into my hair, and I let her pull my head down until my mouth is hovering just above hers.

“I want you.”

I thrust inside her and capture her lips with mine at the same time.

Chapter 39

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