Page 22 of The Marriage Auction 2: Part 4

And I was terrified of losing it.

“There you are,” Rhodes said as he entered our closet. “Checking out your new duds?” he asked while hugging me from behind.

I nodded. “There’s just so much of it,” I whispered, scanning the long rows of women’s clothing.

Rhodes kissed my neck and hummed as he inhaled. “God, you smell delicious.”

A shiver ran down my spine making my heart beat erratically.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and then ran his fingertips down my arms. “Have I told you how gorgeous you are lately?” He clasped my hands with his and lifted my arms above my head and behind his neck. I arched my towel covered body as he slid those fingers down the underside of my arms until he reached my breasts. He cupped them over the towel and squeezed, eliciting a moan from me.

“You know… Emily is in bed.” His breath was warm as he kissed down the length of my neck.

“Already?” I sighed as he continued teasing and plumping my breasts.

I wanted to yank the towel from my body and feel his hands on my skin directly, but decided to let him lead, preferring to enjoy his touch.

“Marisol knew she was tired but didn’t want to leave her, so she suggested they continue theirFriendsmarathon in herbedroom. Emily was out before the credits finished rolling.” He chuckled and then bit down on the space where my shoulder and neck met.

“Rhodes, please.” I gasped.

“Please what?” he murmured, then moved my hair to one side so he could rest his chin on my shoulder and look down the front of my body.

“Touch me,” I mewled.

“I am touching you,” he whispered, while one of his hands left my breast and slid down my belly over the towel until he made it to the apex of my thighs. My breath caught as he teased his way under the fabric to boldly cup my center.

“Yes,” I cried out softly.

He rubbed my sex with his entire hand, his fingers becoming slick the more he played.

“Like this?” he bit down on the ball of my shoulder and inserted a finger.

“Gawd, yesssss!” I moved my hips, arousal tearing through my body at a rapid pace.

He wedged another finger inside and the fullness caused me to rise up onto my toes and press against him, trying to force him deeper.

His hand started to move faster, fucking me harder.

“You’re so wet for me. I can’t decide if I want to fuck you or eat your cunt right here in the closet.” He growled and doubled his efforts.

I clung to the back of his neck and bucked wildly, riding his hand. I was so close to coming.

“Rhoooodes, please, please,” I begged, for what, I didn’t know.

I just needed more.

More of his hand working my sex.

More of his filthy words.

More of him.

“Fuck it, I’m taking both,” he rumbled on a whispered growl before pulling his hand away, spinning me around, ripping off the towel, and dropping to his knees.

His mouth was on me in what felt like a nanosecond. I cried out at the extreme sensation of his assault on my oversensitive flesh. I grabbed the back of his head, gripping his hair by the roots, and bore down on his face feeling nothing but beauty.

His hands came around my hips to my ass where he dug his fingers into the plump cheeks. His tongue was everywhere at once. Gliding the length of my sex one second and then fucking me as deep as he could the next.

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