Page 85 of Quake

My eyes widen, and the pad of his rough, calloused thumb glides over my clit. My body bucks off the bed, my calves tightening around his head and neck as my hands grapple for purchase in the sheets.

I’m about to come; I’m seconds away as he plucks his thumb away, leaving me wanton and aching. “Oh god,” I cry. “Please,Ghost, let me come!” I scream, begging for my release.

“What a good little slut.” He chuckles darkly, returning his thumb to my clit. It swirls the sensitive bundle of nerves, my body writhing and quaking as I shatter around him.

I see stars, my vision blurry as I come hurtling back down to earth, my core clenching as he comes with me. “Oh fuck,” he groans out. “Such a tight, sweet little cunt. I could fill you up all goddamn night,” he tells me, and the words both sound like a promise… and athreat.

My breathing finally starts to settle, and as it does, I’m finally able to open my eyes. Gianni rips the mask off, tossing it over the side of the bed, and reaches for the lamp on the nightstand, flicking it on before returning his gaze to me.

His bright-blue eyes are dancing as he smirks at me. “As much as I loved every second of that,ma petite rouge, it turns out that I’m not even a little bit okay with another manor ghost’sname leaving your mouth.”

Gi slides up the length of my body, never removing himself from inside me as he claims my mouth with his.

His tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, begging for entrance. My lips part, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine. He sucks my lower lip between his teeth, nipping the swollen skin as he releases my mouth and sits back on his haunches, finally gliding himself out of me, still mostly hard.

Just as I think we’re done for the night, he slides down my body, burying his face between my legs.

He breathes me in, licking a hot trail up my seam and spreading me wide with his fingers.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he praises me. His hot breath coasts over my clit, and he dips his chin, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue, sliding down my center as he laps at me.

My body is spent, and yet, it behaves exactly as he wants it to, coaxing me to the edge of another orgasm.

Before I know it, my thighs are crushing his head, his scruff tickling my sensitive skin as he drives his tongue inside me, unabashed at the combination of our arousal. He licks and slurps at my skin, electricity shooting through me.

My hand jolts out, gripping his roots as I call out, my hips jerking against his mouth. “Yes! Yes, Gi, oh god.” I moan.

I ride the wave, coming down from the high of my second orgasm.

My eyes flutter closed when he removes his mouth from my overly sensitive core.

My eyes burst open as his mouth returns, shock rocking through me.

“Stop! Stop, stop, stop! It’s too much!” I shout, repeating what I’d said earlier this afternoon. Gianni’s tongue slides through me one last time, causing me to buck off the bed.

“Just like that.” He chuckles. “That’sexactly how I wanted you to sound.”

My body is buzzing with that familiar feeling of happiness. It sings through my blood every time I’m with this man.

He kisses the insides of my thighs, trailing up my abdomen, paying special attention to the bruises where I inject my insulin and then to the CGM on my deltoid. He kisses that, too, and looksup to meet my gaze. “Why don’t you get an insulin pump so you don’t have to keep jabbing yourself all the time?”

A sly smile grazes my lips. “How is it that you can go from ‘Daddy Ghostface,’” I say, using air quotes as I chuckle, “to being concerned about my insulin?” I lift a brow at him as he repositions himself beside me, pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek.

“Because I’m a multifaceted man. What can I say?” He winks. “Now, please, answer the question,ma petite rouge.”

“I’ve thought about it, and frankly, it’d be a good idea to do with how busy my schedule can get, but they’re just expensive, and the last time I really considered one, I was a lot more self-conscious about my body. So that played a role in my decision not to get one at the time too. I think I’ve just gotten so used to doing it this way that I haven’t put much thought into changing it up.”

He hums softly, then props himself up on his elbow beside me. “I know your father would give you the world,” he tells me, and I can’t disagree. “So why would money be an issue, then?”

I lean farther into my pillows, tugging the sheet over my body and rolling onto my side to face him.

“Ever since my mom left, my dad has done everything for me. He’s given me a life most people could never even dream up. I oweeverythingto him, and yet he wants nothing in return. He’s just so content as long as I’m happy. Did you know that most veterinarians, at least in the US, will spend most of their careers trying to pay back their student loans?”

His brows crease, confusion clear on his face from the turn in conversation. He shakes his head but remains quiet.

“Well, most do, but I never had to worry about that because Ialwaysknew that I had my dad to fall back on. So when he askedme what I wanted to do with my degree, I told him about my plans for the clinic and made it clear that I wanted to have it be donation based. I never wanted to turn someone away because they couldn’t afford our services,” I tell him, and the way his eyes soften makes my heart feel like mush.

“All too often, I see people searching for advice online, and there are always nasty comments ridiculing these people for not just taking their pet to the vet. But that’s just such a privileged way of thinking about it,” I say, my hands now flailing as I become more and more passionate about the conversation.

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