Page 60 of Cat and Mouse

His gaze shifts toward me, his lips curling in a subtle smile. "You're so beautiful in the morning light,"he says, his voice heavy with sleep. It sends shivers up and down my spine, and I suddenly feel very exposed. "I should go," he repeats, but makes no move to get up.

His presence beside me feels both inviting and unsettling. As much as I want him to leave, a part of me is reluctant to see him go.

"Yes, you should."

He sits up, letting the sheet fall lower. His muscles flex as he moves and stretches his arms upward. I've never had anyone in my space for this long, and it's making me sort of uneasy.

He reaches over and pinches my right nipple. My body immediately reacts, a low groan escaping my throat.

"One more orgasm for the road," he says, cocking an eyebrow at me.

I shouldn't be doing this. I can't be doing this.

I pull the sheets off him. His cock is already hard, bobbing up and down as I watch.

"Don't just stare, bella,sit on it."

I'm greedy for this man, and it scares me, but that doesn't stop me from wrapping my hand around his cock. He hisses as I move my hand up and down. The tip is already weeping for my attention. Unable to help myself, I lean in and lick the very top.

The saltiness hits my tongue immediately.

I'm already heady with desire as I slide my mouth over him and suck him once. His hips buck instinctively, filling my mouth, and his cock hits the back of my throat. I repeat the motion, and so does he. I'm ready to do it again when his hand wraps around my hair and stops me.

"Sit on it, Lizzie. You don't want me teaching you another lesson on obedience, do you?"

I remember him edging me to the point of insanity, how desperate and raw I felt. I shake my head.

"Then be a good little girl."

My fingers are shaking as I slide them up and down his cock. His hand is still pulling my hair, causing a prickling pain on my scalp.

His eyes are closed as he groans.

He opens his eyes and then smiles at me. His fingers slide through my hair before he settles back on his back.

"Now ride."

I'm clambering to straddle him. I line his cock with my entrance, rubbing it over my clit just to coat it with my wetness before I start to sink down slowly.

He's so big. His stretch is exquisite. My muscles are still so deliciously sore from fucking so much, but I'm motivated by the way he bites his lower lip as he watches me take him in. Gone is the charming man, back is the man who finger fucked me.

I start to lift to adjust to his position when his hands brace my hips and push me lower. I cry out as he splits me wide open. I'm struggling to accommodate him.

His hand reaches out between us to rub on my already throbbing clit. I relax the more he rubs, and after a few minutes, I'm already rocking back and forth. I love the way his cock feels so much deeper in this position.

Finally finding my rhythm, I start to ride him. He has an arrogant smirk on as he plays with my breasts, pinching and massaging them. My movement increases in speed, and I lean forward for balance. He meets me halfway, his lips sucking on my throat.

"Oh God!"

He chuckles as he smacks my ass once. "God is not in this room, bella."

Then he flips us over.

His cock slams into me in one quick stroke, causing all the air to whoosh out of me. I shiver as he pulls out and pushes back in.

I'm in awe of his ability to make me lose my mind.

His strokes are rough and relentless, and his filthy mouth fuels me on. I can't help but scratch my nails down his back.

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