Page 35 of Unleashed

“What did you do?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

“If you only knew,” he replied, his voice filled with longing. “This is my dream, to be with you again.”

I ran my fingers through his thick hair, pulling gently until he groaned in response. My other hand brushed the scruff of his jaw, savoring the sensation.

“I want to taste you,” he said, his voice thick with need. “How long has it been since you were fucked?”

“A long time,” I admitted, my voice rough with desire.

“I could’ve changed that. You should’ve let me,” he said, his voice a mix of frustration and arousal. “Take your shirt off. Iwant to see more than a hint of that cleavage you showed with those beautiful blouses you wear.”

He pulled away slightly, reaching for the bedside lamp. The dim light revealed my flushed skin as I sat up and removed my shirt. I felt a twinge of embarrassment, though I knew my body was in good shape. Slade’s breath caught as I tossed my shirt aside. He cupped my breasts, his touch reverent as he leaned down to suckle at my nipples. A moan escaped my lips, uncontrollable and raw.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured against my skin.

Slade moved back to kneel beside me, his shirt coming off in a fluid motion. I traced the ridges of his abs with my fingers, causing him to close his eyes in pleasure. His arousal was evident, the fabric of his boxers straining against his length. I knew how many inches he was packing.

Slade’s fingers deftly undid the drawstring on my shorts, sliding them down as I lifted my hips. He tossed the shorts aside, leaving me exposed and vulnerable as he stared down at me.

“Oh Morgan,” he breathed, a mixture of awe and desire in his voice. “Why have you denied me so long?”

“I—I don’t know,” I stammered, feeling the weight of his gaze.

Slade moved to his side of the bed, retrieving two blue-wrapped condoms from his wallet. As he pulled down his boxers, his long, thick cock sprang free, bobbing against his belly. The sight made my mouth water, my craving to taste him intensifying.

He climbed back onto the bed, dropping the condoms beside me as he positioned himself between my thighs. “What should I do to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with seduction.

I bit my lip, my body trembling with anticipation. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Should I lick you until you cry for my cock or satisfy you with it immediately?” he asked, his eyes dark with promise.

The thought of what he could do to me made me shudder. Slade seductively licked his lips before bending down, kissing every inch of my belly. His touch made my core clench in anticipation. As he moved closer to where I wanted him most, I nearly writhed with need. When his lips pressed against my mound, I gasped, his breath warm and teasing.

“Vanilla,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “I could eat you.”

“Why don’t you?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

Without warning, Slade’s tongue dragged down to my cleft, then back up to gently stroke my swollen clit. I gritted my teeth as waves of pleasure rolled through me. He spread me wide and plunged his tongue inside me, twirling it around. My breath hitched, and his fingers joined in, rubbing me with slow, maddening strokes.

I gripped the sheets, my hips bucking toward his mouth, desperate for release.

“You’re a greedy girl,” he teased. “You want to come?”

“Yes, please yes,” I gasped, my body trembling.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“Make me come,” I begged.

Slade quickened his pace, his tongue lapping at me until I was teetering on the edge. “Come for me, baby,” he coaxed.

His words drove me over the edge. He latched onto my clit, his lips encircling it as I pushed my hips upward. I shattered into a million shards of pleasure, my orgasm so intense it felt like my insides were exploding. I struggled to catch my breath as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

“That’s my girl,” Slade murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

I couldn’t respond, lost in the aftershocks of my climax. I barely noticed when Slade tore open a condom, sheathed himself, and waited for me to regain my composure. When I focused on him, he was grinning widely.

“You’re quite proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I managed to say, my voice still breathless.

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