Page 99 of Myla: The Hawthornes

“Or you could do it now,” I murmured, pulling the blankets down to my waist.

“Fuck,” he muttered, looking down between us.

With a quick flick of his hand, the blankets were thrown further down my body. Twisting, he leaned down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin until my back arched. My hands fisted in his hair as his fingersfound my center and shoved inside with precision, the ball of his hand pressing tightly against my clit.

“I gotta go,” he said, nuzzling my chest as his hand worked. “You gotta get there, baby.”

“My nipples,” I replied desperately, letting go of him with one hand. I reached down and pinched my nipple hard as I rode his hand, my thighs burning.

“That’s it,” he said, his tongue lashing at the nipple I had pinched between my fingers.

The world spun as I focused on those two points of contact.

“Cian,” I breathed as every muscle in my body tightened.

Just like that, his hands and mouth were gone.

“No,” I gasped as he flipped me to my belly and yanked me to the edge of the bed.

Then I was flying as he slammed inside me, his hand wrapping around my jaw as he pressed his fingers between my lips.

“Suck, Myla,” he whispered in my ear.

I sucked and strained against him as he pounded inside of me, every molecule in my body sensitized and screaming.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding under me to pinch my nipple. “You love that, don’t you, baby? Squeeze me with that greedy pussy. Fuck.”

I groaned around his fingers and ground back against him as the orgasm hit, wave after wave crashing over me.

When it was finally over, I dropped tiredly to the bed, my body throbbing.

“Now, I really gotta go,” he groaned, kissing my back as he gently pulled away.

“Go,” I ordered, the word muffled by the way my face pressed into the mattress. I flicked my fingers, the only part of my body I was willing to move.

“Get up and get dressed, love,” he said, gently swatting my ass. “You’ll be late if you fall back asleep.”

“Unlike you, I’m going to have to shower,” I grumbled, inching further onto the bed.

“Next time I’ll take one with you,” he said as he tossed the blankets back over me.

He made it all the way to the door before turning to look at me.

“You know I love you?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I know.”

He’d only been gone for a few minutes when my bedroom door swung open again and my best friends poked their heads inside.

“It smells like sex in here!” Frankie gasped.

“Look at her,” Lou said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Shameless hussy doesn’t even have clothes on.”

“Go away,” I moaned, pulling the blankets up to my chin.

“You better get up for work,” Lou ordered. “It’s getting late.”

“Out!”

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