Page 146 of One Wealthy Wedding

I blush and bite my lip. “Isn’t that—”

“Fucking amazing? Yes. As good for me as it is for you? Yes.” His eyes light with amusement. “Do you need me to say please?”

I squirm, and he tightens his arm. I didn’t put this on the list because I thought men hated it. The thought makes me feel awkward and itchy. “I really don’t—”

“Cat,” he growls. “Please ride my face, princess.”

He tugs me up until my knees are on his pillow, and I’m exposed and at his mercy. He grips my thighs and buries his tongue between my legs. The first touch makes me arch against him. He digs his fingers into my flesh, and he licks me again, with the flat of his tongue, like I’m delicious and he’s starving. I sob out an embarrassing sound.

“Stop squirming and take it,” he growls. The words only ratchet me higher, the command in them making me go boneless and press my palms to the wall.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. Another long, slow lick. I tremble above him and he rumbles his approval. “Give me a bit more.”

He pushes me down on his face and swirls his tongue just right. Hot and wet and clever, so clever with the way he uses the flat to get me going before switching to the tip. He eats me in little flicks that make pleasure zip up my spine. His sounds of enjoyment make my stomach tight.

He brings me to the edge and backs off, laughing softly when I protest. I’m going to combust, and I’m so close. If only he would—my thoughts fizzle out as he licks me again, torturously slow.

“Theo,” I gasp. “Please.” I thread my fingers through his soft hair, urging him to let me finish, to end this torment.

“As you command, princess.”

I expect him to let me come, but he lifts me off of him, and lays me on my back. I watch him with half-lidded eyes. He is magnificent. His cock pushes against me, thick and insistent. He’s serious, so serious about this. He pushes in, watching my face.

“Please, more.” I grab at his arms, his hands, anything I can reach to urge him on.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He’s only inside me by an inch, but I can already feel the delicious stretch, my body accommodating his. “Just the tip for now,” he grits out, pulling back and thrusting shallowly in again.

I huff a breath as he fills me.

“More, baby. Can you take it?”

I nod, at a loss for words as he gives me more. Another inch, the stretch almost too much. Until he stops and clenches his jaw, holding himself still. His neck is corded, his hands in fists.

“Theo. I’m not made of glass. I want it hard.”

He lifts his gaze to mine. “You want it hard?” He pulls back out. “Flip.”

I flip, ass in the air, trembling as he grabs handfuls. He’s not gentle now. He’s greedy and demanding. “I’ll give you hard,” he mutters. He sounds frustrated and full of longing, and I’m right there with him. His cock is pushing in again, but this time, there’s no patience. Good.

“More,” I pant.

He seats himself in one slick thrust, and I sob a breath. It’s perfect.

“That enough?” He rolls his hips, leaving me wanting and then filling me again.

“I want everything.”

He rasps a sound of surprise, and then he grabs my wrists and wrenches my arms behind my back. It’s just on the edge of pain, and I shudder. This is exactly what I pictured him doing all those weeks ago—restraining me, obliterating me. “You want to see what I like? You want everything? I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. You can put that on your list. Do you want that?” He plants one hand on my ass and rolls his hips again. Sparks light inside me, kindling into a blaze.

“Give it all to me,” I grit out. I’m not sure when this became a competition, but it has. “I can take it. As hard as you want. Whatever you want. Take me. Make me yours, Theo, please.”

His curse is blistering, and I think, for a moment, that he won’t do it, but then he moves. Hard, heavy, thick. My spine is bowed and my arms are immobile, and it’s nearly too much. Somehow he knows how to keep it right on the edge of perfect and overwhelming. My stomach is heavy with need, my pulse pounding. I try to adjust, to get him where I want him, but he growls and fucks me harder. That’s what pushes me over the edge.

Theo, using me for what he wants.

Theo, utterly gone for me.

I cry out and come, harder than I ever have before, trembling beneath him.

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