Page 28 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

His mouth closes over one of my nipples, lightly biting down on it while his thumb strokes the other. My fingers run along the length of his back down to his waistband. I hook my fingers inside and run my nails across his skin. The sting of my scratches is enough to make him release my nipple with a loud pop.

“That hurt,” he says with a smirk.

“Good.” I drag my nails back up his back. “I want you naked.”

His eyes flare at my bold request. “You first, Angel.”

He watches with rapt attention as I push my shorts and panties over my hips and down my legs. I flush when he pushes my knees open, exposing me fully. He runs his thumb through my folds, teasing my clit before bringing it back to his mouth and sucking my juices off his finger.

“I could spend the rest of my life just looking at how beautiful you are,” he says quietly.

He means it. I know he does because I feel the reverence he feels down to the marrow of my bones. Just as I feel the same exact way about him.

“I want to ride you,” I say, surprising even myself with the bold declaration.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says enthusiastically. Before I can even sit up, he’s pushed his shorts down his thighs and has laid down in position for me.

I straddle his hips, rocking my pelvis back and forth along his length. He pulls my head down to his for a long, deep kiss. His mouth worships mine while I continue to tease us both. I’m halfway to an orgasm just from grinding against him when I sit back up and reach down, notching his tip at my entrance.

He lifts his head to watch, his lips parted as I slowly sink down his length. He twitches inside me when I take him all the way in. I watch as his tongue sweeps over his lower lip while he fights for self-control.

“You’re in charge now. Do whatever feels good.” He grabs my hands and puts them on his chest. “Brace yourself on any part of me you need.

“Okay.”

I bear some weight in my palms, feeling the way his heart is racing beneath me. I lift my hips up, dragging my walls around him and then sink quickly back down. With each movement I gain confidence. My tempo increases, the sound of our bodies slapping together mixes with our panted breathing.

He slips his thumb down to the apex of my thighs, finding my clit and rubbing quick circles around it. My orgasm crashes through my body with an unexpected intensity. My walls continue to quake around him as he grips my hips and holds me still above him. His hips piston against me, each thrust hitting me so hard and deep.

“Fuck.” I feel the first jets of his cum erupt inside me. “Harper.” The muscles of his entire body contract with each spurt of release until he’s spent and drops his head to the floor.

He rolls us to the side, somehow managing to stay inside me. My heart flips when he presses soft kisses all over my face. It’s such a sweet gesture and so unexpected I don’t know what to do. Laying in his arms feels so good I could easily fall asleep.

I whimper when he shifts his body, pulling out of me. He lifts his body onto his elbow, looking down at me with an indiscernible look in his eyes. I watch as he once again pushes my legs apart and looks down at my center.

“I don’t want one day to go by where you aren’t full of my cum.” I feel him push the liquid seeping out of me and back inside my pussy. It should be embarrassing, not something that turns me on, but I feel like I could happily take him again.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he smirks up at me.

“Like what?”

“Like you could go for another round.”

“Can’t you?”

Wait. Maybe he can’t and I shouldn’t ask.

I’m about to apologize for being rude when he puts a finger over my lips to stop me. “I could go another twenty rounds, and it wouldn’t be enough, but you need to use the bathroom so you don’t get an infection, and I’m not going to fuck you on the floor like an animal again.” He drops my clothes on my belly. “Let’s go inside and see what Emerson and Cy are up to.”

We findEmerson and Cyrus curled up together sleeping when we come back to the house. Declan whispers that he’s going to go order dinner for the four of us, and I walk into the room. I consider sitting on the edge of the bed and gently waking Emerson first, but then I see a little space in between them.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m crawling up from the foot of the bed and tucking my body in between theirs. Emerson gives me a soft smile as he opens his eyes and shifts his body to make more room for me. I let him pull me to his chest and nestle my head in the crook of his shoulder. The smell of sweat, sex, and Cyrus clings to his skin and mixes with the warm amber and cedar scent of his soap.

“How’s Declan?”

“Better, I think.”

“You think?” He raises a brow and looks down at me.

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