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I’m not that man.

I am unworthy, but damn if I’m not about to pay my penance.

CHAPTER 63

Amelia---Pressure Valve

“I’m a confident man, baby. You tell me you want to bring a toy into our bed, I’m down. If it means I get to watch you shatter, while those beautiful grey eyes explode with bliss, then who am I to deny you? There isn’t anything wrong with using what you like to my advantage.”

Rhodes grins, his shoulder leaning against the door frame.

“But what I won’t allow is you stopping simply because I’m watching. No, no, Amelia. If I want you to come, you’ll do so. And there is nothing more I want right now than to see that happen.”

My hips grind down, chasing the vibrator as I climb toward my peak.

“Look at you, so desperate.” I lock eyes with him as he watches me from across the room. “Tell me, do you wish it were my fingers you were rocking against? Do you crave my tongue, pushing you higher as you sit on my face, drowning me?”

A growl breaks loose, frustration building as I can’t bring myself over that crest.Fuck.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? Are you empty, baby? Is that perfect cunt of yours begging to be filled as you push that perfect clit against me?”

Rhodes is still leaning at the door, one hand rubbing his jaw and the other grinding along his hardened length. His eyes are dark, hooded and the gravel in his voice is heavy.

“Please,” I whisper, aching for something, anything.I need to come.

“Turn over, let me see what’s mine.” The command is clear and his tone is full of expectation. “That’s it, keep those legs nice and wide,” he murmurs as my body obeys without a second thought. “Run your toy along your wet pussy. Nice and slow. Ah, ah,” Rhodes tsks, “slower. There you go.”

I close my eyes, every fiber of my being is now his. I am his. My breathing quickens as I hear his footfalls coming closer, stopping right at my side.

“Eyes,kochanie.” They snap open, finding him looming above, his body close enough to touch as his calloused fingers leave goosebumps in their wake. “Keep going, Amelia. I didn’t tell you to stop.”

The ghosting touch slides further down my body until he reaches the valley of my hip. I arch into the sensation, moans falling at his teasing. His smirk widens, creating that dimple I’ve grown to adore. He continues his gentle caress of everywhere except where he knows I want him—where I need him. My hips widen, the toy between them drenched, as I feel my clit pulse against it. A firm hand holds mine there, unrelenting as my head shakes from one side to the other, the feelings overwhelming me. I will die from the feeling.

“Do you want more, Amelia?” His hand moves from mine, clear expectation in his eyes. “Do not let that toy drop, do you understand,kochanie?” His hand moves further down as my pelvis bucks at the touch. “If it does, I will strap it to you.”

“Yes, Rhodes.”

“So needy, aren’t you. Such a needy, dirty girl.”

“Please. I’m aching. I am so empty.”

One finger thrusts up into me, the pad of it finding that perfect spot immediately. He knows my body better than I know it myself. I push into his hand, sensations of both my vibrator and Rhodes wrapping me in pleasure. I’m so close.

“Do you need more in this pussy?” A second finger, stretching me as they travel along my inner walls until reaching that spot, again.

“Ro. Please. Please. It feels so good.”

I feel my eyes start to drift closed, my tongue darting out to run along my bottom lip before I bite the flesh.

“Eyes,kochanie.”

He removes his fingers, taking my hand off the vibrator. I hear it click three times. The sound now fills the room, louder than the beating drum in my heart. Rhodes places it back on my swollen clit, and it is all I can do not to fall over that cliff.

“Is that better?” He tsks, before shoving three of his large fingers inside my pussy and the stretch burns in the best possible way. I am beyond full and my hands roam my body, paying attention to the underside of my breasts before plucking my nipples, rolling them in mirrored motions to my hips. My breaths are labored, my soul needing to fall into oblivion.

“There you go. Such a good, good girl. My filthykochanie, needing to come while stuffed fucking full.”

I’m overwhelmed, my whimpers and moans falling repeatedly, and I fight the urge to close my eyes in pleasure.

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