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And I had fucking fallen hard for her.

Chapter Nine

Dozer

I woke the moment her breathing changed. She was still, lying in front of me, her ass nestled against my groin, and her thighs aligned with mine.

My breath matched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t need to wonder if I was asleep. My cock hardened against her.

The bed was soft, her skin softer. I slipped my hand under the hem of her shirt. As my fingers touched her quivering flesh, she released an audible exhale.

I flattened my palm against her. I’d held her before, but not like this. Blanketed in the darkness of the room, I only had my touch and her response. I cupped her breast, and she sagged against me as if she’d been poised for pain, stiffening with tension but then melting into a warm wash of pleasure.

“Touch me,” she whispered. The soft tone of her voice reached deep into me, searching for the emptiness.

I leaned up onto one elbow as she rolled to her back. With a tug, she had her shirt over her head.

I didn’t need light because I’d memorized every curve of her. The taut beaded nipples, dusky red, tight,and perfect, the swell of her hips, and the dip and soft grooves of her toned belly.

I knew every Italian angle of her face, the way her lips curved when she smiled, and how those lips parted when she laughed. And when she came, a smoky glint danced like fire in her eyes.

And I’d clouded her eyes with hurt and sadness.

Bending over her, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. At the same time, I slid my hand into her panties and groaned at the wetness coating my fingers.

She whimpered as her back arched, and her thighs opened.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slid two fingers inside her hot, wet walls. I pushed in deep and scissored my fingers. She groaned, and I circled her clit with my thumb.

“Dozer.” My name softly spilled from her lips as she clutched the sheet in her fists.

“Are you sure? This changes us.”

“I need you.” Her fingernails scored along my forearm. “You need me,” she whispered.

“Fuck. I need you.” I ripped my fingers from her cunt, reared up on my knees, and tore her panties down her legs. This time, I’d be the one making her come. It would be my name on her lips and her riding my mouth.

I lifted her as I lay on my back. She positioned over my lap.

“Nah, on my mouth. Sit on my face.”

She scooted higher, straddled my head, and stared down at me as I sliced the blade of my tonguethrough her drenched folds. She tasted so good. Tangy, sweet, clean.

She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, working the tight tips between her thumb and finger. I gripped her thighs at the side of my head and ate her pussy, licking the length of her folds, then sucking her clit against my tongue.

“Jesus, Dozer.” Pippa gasped and braced one hand on the wall in front of her. I’d barely begun to savor her pussy when she tensed, then came in a rippling explosion against my mouth.

I gripped her tighter, and her hips rocked into my mouth, fucking, and grinding on my face.

“Oh fuck,” she quietly cursed, then whimpered. “Dozer, more.”

As if I had the control to stop. I growled against her velvety flesh. I’d been starving for a taste of her, a dark need burning in my gut. She gave herself over to the pleasure, and I was the bastard who was going to take her as mine.

I lashed at her folds, anchoring her to my face. She rode my mouth, wild and beautiful, as I fucked her with my tongue.

“Please.” She stared into my face, her hair tumbling down around her as I sucked her pussy. “Dozer, Please.”

I froze because I wasn’t sure if she begged me to make her come again or if she needed me to stop. “Tell me what you want.”

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