Page 53 of Lost Kingdom

With welcome.

“Fuck, Aubree…”

“Taste me,” she cries out, dropping a hand to the back of my head and tangling her fingers in my hair. Tightening her hold, she makes her grip painful. Controlling. But then she brings me closer, and fuck, but her dominance is a thrill that makes my cock harder. “Please.”

“Yeah.” I slide my tongue along her fiery slit and collect everything she gifts me. Holding her down when her pleasure would have her springing off the mattress instead. “So fucking sweet.”

“Oh god!” Her legs tense, her knees attempting to squeeze together and lock me out. But I hold her open and force her to stay where she is. “Tim.”

“Say my name.” I drop my tongue to her puckered asshole and eat until she screams. “Not Timothy,” I growl. “Not Malone. Just Tim. Say it over and over so you know who you’re here with.”

Yeah. Dream-me is an egotistical bastard. So?

“Tim,” she sobs, exploding on my mouth and gushing until it sprays onto the sheets. “God.”

I bite her clit and thrill in her release. “My name is Tim. And fuck, you’re soaked.” I slip a finger into her ass and growl when she attempts to scramble away. But then I set her legs over my shoulders and slam two fingers into her pussy until I feel the thin wall between both, and my fingers meeting the same rhythm. “That’s two holes, Emeri. I should put my cock in your mouth and make it three.”

“Jesus.” She gushes against my lips, weak and worn out. But she sure as shit keeps her hand in my hair and her nails dug into my scalp. “The logistics of that are…” She gulps. “And our first time…”

“Not our first time.” I suckle her clit and groan when she shatters. “We’ve done this a million times already. These are my dreams, and I’ve fucked you every way that’s possible.”

“Dreams?” She stills. Then yanks my hair, breaking my connection with her pussy and forcing my eyes up. Daylight slowly, torturously attempts to break above the horizon outside our windows, so I see her better now. Her flushed cheeks and heaving chest. Her frenzied eyes and plump lips, thick from the abuse of her teeth. Then she grins and shoves me down again. “I don’t know about you, but I’m awake.”

My heart spasms with panic.

“You told me to tell you what I want.” So she pulls me closer to her pussy and whimpers when I start my movements again. Faster. Rougher. Though fuck, I should be gentle. “I like what you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” I push up to my knees, dropping her legs off my shoulders, and slam my fingers into her. Both holes, because she likes it. Even if she can’tsay ‘I like when you eat my ass’ out loud. Then I lean across and use my teeth to drag her shirt up. I expose her belly, and then her tits. Because I want her more than I want to breathe. More than I worry about the consequences. Releasing her shirt, I dive over her breast and take her nipple between my lips until she cries out. And because she’s wound so tight, she bursts again, squirting into my hands and soaking the bed.

The mattress will need to be replaced. The sheets, tossed. My pants will probably have to be dry cleaned. And hell, none of that matters anyway, because she squirms beneath me. I tug her shirt up with one hand and tangle her up at the chin. But she digs her nails into my hair and assures me she’s here.

Participating, just like I said she must.

“Fuck.” She bucks at the hips, writhing under my touch. Her pussy is so fucking close, I could take her now and she wouldn’t say no. But I focus on her pleasure and not mine. I elongate her nipple and bite down until she cries, and because she’s wet and needy, I swap my finger for my thumb. Thicker. Heavier. And just a fraction of what she’ll take when I fuck her asshole.

“Such a needy girl.” I swap breasts and suckle on her nipple. If she was lactating, I’d drink from her. If she let me, I’d sleep with her tit in my mouth every single fucking night for the rest of my life. “Such a good girl.”

“Come here.” She latches onto my lips, frenzied and delicious. Frantic, then surprised when she tastes herself on my tongue. I’m not sure she was prepared, so she slows her kiss and samples this new flavor. Nibbling on my lips and tasting. Testing. Then gasping when I drag my fingers from her pussy and leave her empty and wanting.

“You want me to fuck you yet, Aubree Grace?” I slip my fingers in again, three this time, and rough. I force her to meet me on my level. Because I don’t know how to be gentle, and I need to know what she can take.

Where are her boundaries, and when can I test them?

“Ask me.” I bite her chin and thrill at her pained gasp. “You need to say the words out loud. I would die tomorrow if I thought I took something not willingly given.”

“I want you to fuck me.” She wraps her arms around my neck and forces me to abandon her pussy. “I was kidding about the condom, by the way.”

I pull back with a snap, stunned as I search her eyes. Because not once in my entire life have I considered being with a woman without protection. Even my first time. Even the times I didn’t particularly want it. I search her ocean blue stare and frown. “No condom?”

“If you don’t want.” She writhes beneath my weight. “I’m protected. And I know you won’t ever do anything to hurt me. So if you don’t want to?—”

“Fuck no.” I unbutton my pants and push the zipper down. Then I kick the fabric off with embarrassing speed. Like I’m new again, and begging to have this experience. “Being with you, bareback?” I push my shorts down and take her nipple between my lips again until she cries out. Surprising her, and forcing her mind onto something other than overthinking and worry. “I thought this was a dream at first.” I wrap my palm around my cock and almost undo myself. Because I’ve wanted this for as long as I remember. I’ve needed this for as long as I’ve known her. “Fuck, Aubree.”

“Go slow.” Her voice trembles with fear, drawing my sliding hand to a sharp stop and my eyes up to hers. “Just until we get a feel for each other.”

I drop to my back and grab her hips, bringing her up to sit on mine. The rising sun hits her face, like a fucking spotlight dancing over her perfect skin. Her pupils narrow to pinpoints, but the blue of her eyes practically moves like the ocean.

She’s nervous, but she’s here.

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