Page 47 of Make You Mine

“Relax and let me take care of you,” he says into the apex of my thighs.

Holy fuck, this man.

With a quick yank, my tights are ripped, and with one more tug, my thong is torn at its center, Trent’s warm tongue filling the space. That has got to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. The power that consumes me at his utter need for me is intensely satisfying.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as my hand runs through his green hair. Gripping on and holding him in place while he devours my pussy.

His green eyes peer up at me as I feel his fingers slide deep into me. My back arches off the chair, and my body quakes at the sensation. I’ve been on edge for the better part of the night, so my release won’t take long.

Feeling the tension in my body, Trent slows his movements, keeping me teetering on the edge.

“Shit! No, you can’t do this to me. Please, Trent,” I beg, and the cocky bastard smirks at me once again.

“Tell me, Ash. What do you need?” He taunts me with a slow circle of his thumb around my clit, his eyes boring into mine.

“I need you…always you,” I whimper loudly in frustration.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, then licks up my soaked core with one long stroke before focusing on my clit once more.

“Yessss,” I moan as my climax begins to climb once again. The sound of my wet pussy fills the room, and it only spurs him on more. His fingers twist and stroke me while his lips suck on my sensitive bud, tongue lapping at my arousal. When he groans against me, I detonate.

“Oh shit, I'm going to come Trent… Ahhh!” I cry out as my orgasm takes over my body, seeing stars, legs shaking and thighs clenching around his shoulders. He pulls every last drop from me as I whine his name through every wave of pleasure until I’m sated.

When he leans back on his heels, I watch the way his eyes admire me. The way they take in every single detail of this moment together.

He stands up and walks toward the door, but before I can protest, I see him press the full privacy screen for the windows. My eyes travel down his body, humming when I see his cock straining behind his suit zipper, and I shimmy in my seat with anticipation.

I pop an eyebrow at him, questioning his decision to block off our room from onlookers.

“No one is prepared to watch what I'm about to do to you.”

Another rush tingles down my spine as I gape at him. He undoes his belt and zipper, eyes on mine, his heavy cock falling freely as I lick my lips.

“But they can certainly listen if they’d like.” He winks, knowing the rooms are not soundproof. “Now open your mouth, baby. I'm going to fuck every inch of what’s mine.”

Fifteen

“We will be landing in Beaufort in about an hour,” the stewardess says as she passes me another drink.

“Thank you.” I smile and take a sip of the Diet Coke.

Glancing at my watch, I calculate our arrival to be around 10:45 p.m. Trent will already be waiting for us at the airport when we get there. He had to take a separate flight since Junior’s men drove us to the private airstrip, but at least I have Micah and Luca here to keep me company.

Well, sort of…

Chuckling, I swat at Micah’s arm to gain his attention, nodding in Luca’s direction, where he is completely passed out with his mouth open, snoring away.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man relax, but damn, is he a loud snorer.”

Micah laughs. “He’s guarding something precious… No time for relaxing.”

I level my brother with a ‘that’s not funny’ look, roll my eyes, and then turn to look out the window.

“I'm serious,” he says, his hand gently grabbing my chin, so I look at him.

“You are the most important person in my life. I think guarding you is a privilege and something that should be taken with the utmost dedication.”

“I’m not a fragile little girl anymore, Micah. I'm stronger than you think.” I huff in annoyance.

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