Page 49 of Tower

But now, watching him shed his clothes, even with his focus on her, she knew she’d fail at this. She knew he’d probably find her lacking and naive—just like he did in every other avenue of life. She would always be the sheltered girl who knew nothing because her mother cared too much about her to let her live a normal life.

“Azalea.” He called her name firmly, and she dragged her gaze to his face. A wrinkle of concern creased his brow, but his eyes remained stoic. “Stop overthinking. There’s nothing to think about here.”

He shoved his slacks down, let them fall to his feet, and his cock sprang free.

She reached for him, to touch his length, his strength, but he caught her wrist and shook his head. “No.”

He climbed up on the bed, pushing her thighs apart like he had before, and moved down to his elbows. He brought his mouth to her clit, licking, flicking then sucking.

Her stomach clenched, and her breath caught.

More licking, slow and treacherous before the sharp bite of his teeth.

“Fuck.” She let out a breath.

He gave a low laugh. “Such naughty words.” He bit down on the inside of her thigh.

He spread her legs open wider, moved up her figure, and kissed her mouth. It felt good having his naked body against hers, the warmth, the strength of him pressing her to the mattress.

His cock touched her entrance, and she tensed.

“Shh, don’t get all wound up on me. It will make it worse,” he said between kisses.

His hands roamed her body, feeling her curves, her tits, and tweaking her nipples while his tongue did things that made her mind blank.

“Your pussy is soaked,” he said against her mouth. “My cock is already wet with your juices.”

Again, her cheeks heated from the humiliating way her body reacted to him.

“Why is your pussy so wet, Azalea?” he asked, pausing in his kisses to stare down at her.

When she tried to turn away, he caught her face with both hands and held her steady. “Why?”

“You’re an asshole,” she said. He got off on making her acutely aware of every fucking sensation, every pleasurable thing he did to her.

Yeah, a complete asshole.

He laughed. “Tell me.” He shifted, making the tip of his cock press harder against her entrance. Another move like that, and he’d be inside her.

She didn’t want him to plunge inside and feed the animalistic hunger, she needed it.

“Because I want you.” She pressed her hands against his chest, not pushing him, but holding the distance between them.

“See, honesty isn’t so hard.” He shifted backward, shoving her leg up toward her chest. She’d never been so exposed, felt so vulnerable.

“I want you, too, Azalea,” he said, gripping his cock and stroking it. “More than I’ve wanted a woman in a long time.”

Was that his great romantic declaration?

It needed some work.

He ran the head of his cock through her folds before settling at her entrance. He drove forward, stretching her around his thick head.

She curled her fingers into his bare chest, still not forcing him away, but preparing to if needed.

His lips tensed into a straight line, like he was trying hard to keep himself composed and focused.

He thrust, and she yelped.

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