Page 78 of Look, Don't Touch

“It means that every part of you would be mine.”

A troubled moan slips from her lips. It’s filled with want and dismay and need and panic.

“Not today,” I reassure her. “Today, I won’t eat you whole. I’ll eat your holes.”

I bury my face in her cunt and wonder how it took me so long to get here. Her desire coats my tongue. I dip lower and tease her forbidden bud. Her sounds light me up. My hips grind into the bed. After a while, I shift. I press my knuckle against her ass, lap at her clit, and push a finger into her pussy and curl.

She screams her orgasm so boldly there’s no doubt her neighbors hear the praise she offers me. “Arlo, oh yes. Arlo.”

I don’t give her a second to rest. I push for more. More fingers in her cunt. Two knuckles deep in her ass. My tongue lashes at her engorged clit.

Hailey rocks against my face, seeking the pleasure I offer. Her eyes are wide on me, and I give her my gaze as hard and insistent as my hands and mouth.

Her mouth falls open. Her chest and belly quake. She nods and bucks, and I fuck her with my fingers, wringing her climax from deep inside.

This one is a silent cry. Her chin pitches toward the ceiling, and I press forward, giving her everything she needs.

I kiss my way up her stomach, praising every one of her monsters on my way. I pay special attention to her dragon, tracing his wings, his talons, his teeth, until I place a single kiss on his forehead, over her heart.

“Fuck me,” she begs.

“I want to.”

“Do it.”

“Give me one more.” I brace my arm around her back and grip her head in my left hand. I plug three fingers deep into her slick pussy. My thumb rubs a circle around her red hood. “Take it and let me hear you, Hailey. Let me hear how much you want to fuck me.”

Her breaths rush over my face. Every shard in her green eyes glints.

“Arlo, please. I want you.”

“Do you need me, Hailey?” I lean over her and taunt her with the promise of my mouth. Her chin lifts, and she reaches for my lips. “Do you need me deep inside you?”

“Yes, Arlo.” She pants, getting closer. Her slick walls tighten around my fingers.

I stretch her wide and coil my fingers. “You need me?”

“Yes, oh God. Arlo, yes.” Her body bows into mine. “Please, fuck me.” Her climax slams into her so hard, it clips her words and turns them into screams.

“That’s it, Siren. Give it to me.”

She does with shudders and whimpers and ragged breaths.

I hug her to my chest, another first in a day of firsts, only pulling my hand free of her body when she sags against me. Slowly, I lower her back to the bed and look her in the eyes.

Tears slick her cheeks. “Please,” she begs.

“I want to give you everything you want, Hailey, because you are everything to me.”

“What?” Her tears come faster.

“A year ago, I ran into the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. Literally. Actually, she ran into me, coming out of the bathroom at a gala for the domestic violence shelters of New York. I didn’t grab her because it’s not in my nature to reach out to people. She fell back onto her pretty ass and stared up at me in disbelief.”

“You.” She gasps. “You were the asshole who wouldn’t help me up.”

“I was, but for the first time in decades, I thought about doing it. I thought about reaching my hand out and you taking it. Of course, while I was contemplating the unthinkable, you peeled yourself off the ground with so much grace and disdain that I was taken aback.” I draw a deep breath. “I took a step closer and really looked into your eyes, and that’s when I saw it.”

“Saw what?”

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