Page 66 of Tamed By You

She smiles round my cock and continues her assault. Sucking, taking every inch of me, she squeezes my balls once again making them tighten and my dick begins to twitch. I’m so close, and then I feel it: something grazes my ass.

“Baby, what the…” I can’t get my words out. I’m so lost in this euphoric feeling.

She frees me from her mouth, and I let out a frustrated moan, to wanting her to stop.

“Trust me?” Her breathing is hot and heavy. I nod. Because I do. I trust her. Eyes focused on me she pushes her index finger into her mouth and sucks on it, and that action alone almost has me coming on the spot.

She takes me back in her mouth, sucking, her head bobbing, her hand cupping my balls again, and then I feel a light pressure against my back entrance. I close my eyes. Never has a girl given me a blow job like this. This one has me writing my wedding vows, because fuck, is this not the best I’ve ever had?

The pressure building in my core has me fisting the sheets with my free hand and the grip on her hair tightening. “Baby I’m…” My words are stolen as the pressure against my asshole increases and I go off like a fucking hand grenade and I see stars, a guttural moan leaves me as white-hot pleasure courses through me as cords of cum spill down her throat, and she laps up every drop.

“What are you doing to me?” I repeat, my words from earlier as I sag on the bed, utterly spent.

Releasing me from her mouth, she climbs up my body and kisses me. I don't care that I can taste my saltiness on her lips. I want her, need her like I need air. Rolling her onto her back, she squeaks as I pin her to the mattress, taking a moment to look at her. Her pillow-soft lips, looking fuller and pinker than usual, form a perfect O when I cup her cheek. Nuzzling my nose with hers, I ask her before I can talk myself out of it, “Come to London with me?”

Her body goes rigid beneath me. “W-What?” she stammers.

“Come to London with me?” I repeat as I stare into her icy blue eyes.

“What do you mean, come with you? I have work, I can’t just—”

I cut her off. “Come for a day, a week, a month I don't care. I just… I’m not ready for this to stop. Not yet.”

There's a silence between us as I search her eyes, as if those blue irises will give me the answer I so desperately want.

She bites down on her plump bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth as she nods.

“Is that a yes?” Hope floods my voice.

“Yeah. I’ll figure something out, but yes, I’ll come to London.”

I crash my lips back down on hers, excitement thrumming through me. She said yes. I don't want to question her anymore, knowing this is a huge step for us, so I show my gratitude the best way I know how. Dragging her lace panties down her toned legs, I discard them on the floor before I settle myself in between her legs and look up at her with a grin.

“My turn.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ali

I said yes.

I’m on my way to London with Harry. Why? I couldn't tell you. I haven't let myself think about the reasons. I tell myself it's because he's great in bed, the sex is unreal and we are having fun, but I know there is a deeper meaning. I had to lie to Gabby about my reasons for leaving, telling her I was going on a work trip. Thankfully, she didn't question it. Work owed me some time off, so I said I needed to head out of town to visit family.

The captain announces it’s safe to take off our seatbelts and use our phones. I pull out my phone to text Gabby and Ria.

Harry appears above me, taking our cases out the overhead lockers. I haven’t seen much of him on the flight as we flew over night in first class. My flight was booked so last minute we couldn’t get cubicles next to one another.

“So, where did you tell the girls you were going?”

“Paris. I told Gabby I was viewing the next season's collection at the designers' warehouses, so I hope you are good with Photoshop because she’s expecting a photo of me and the Eiffel Tower.”

He leans down over my cubicle, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m sure I can figure something out for you.”

Ten days. Ten days I have with him in a city I have dreamed of visiting since I was a little girl. It was my dad’s favorite place in the world and the place he fell in love with writing and the story that holds such a special place in my heart.

“Did you sleep okay?” Harry asks as we disembark the airplane.

“Ugh, yeah, first class. I slept like a baby. I need to find a way to facilitate this kind of lifestyle because now I’ve had a taste of first class, I cannot go back to cattle.”

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