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“What’s funny?”

I stared up at him. “I’m wasting my time washing you if all you want to do is bury yourself in the soil.”

He grinned. “I needed awash. I felt so gritty. But you seem to have missed a spot…” He waved his thick shaft in front of my face.

Now it was my turn to smile. “Is that so?”

“Yes, it’s feeling very neglected.” His eyes begged for what he wanted, but he didn’t move, just waited for me to make the decision.

His smell, sweet and sexy, was too tempting, and I leaned forward to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned as custard pearled in the slit. His flavor hit my taste buds and encouraged me to explore. His custard was all mine. Only mine.

All his custard.

With your cream,he added.

Trifle!

We said the last word together, joking, and then I gave in to the desire for more and sucked the tip of his cock into the cavern of my mouth, holding it against my tongue, watching his eyelids dip with wanton desire. It flooded through me. The moment… felt right. We were far from having sorted out how this was going to work, but right then, I wanted to try.

He groaned his approval, as if picking up on my thoughts.

I was sure all of Valentine Growville could sense what we were up to. Figure out their sheriff was getting sucked off, and I reveled in it.

The one thing Butch was going to discover about me was that I had no gag reflex. And I couldn’t wait to see how he reacted. I took him all the way down my throat. It was one thing having sex over our link, but my hands cupping his butt, his dick fucking my mouth, and my knees protesting at kneeling on the cubicle floor as the water poured over us, it was nothing liked I’d imagined… but so much more. I didn’t feel defective. Or damaged. I felt… invincible at how the noises grew deeper, louder, begging me to suck harder, faster. I did everything he asked of me while he held still, leaving me with the control, which I knew was hard for him to do.

I dug my nails in his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching his hole, heightening his sensations as he fed me his pleasure. The desire to sink inside him grew to epic proportions. Would he let me?

Yes.

I groaned around his cock at his immediate answer. No hesitation, just pure need forme.

Always.

Butch carded his hands through my hair and gripped tighter, showing me how he wanted me, and what he liked. I forced him to stay still, wanting him to understand I was an alpha and I wouldn’t just cave. His growl made me growl right back. He fed back to me how the sensations vibrating up the tip of his cock added to his pleasure as I let a finger slip over his wet hole, feeling it flutter under the tip.

I knew from the way his muscles tightened that he was on the brink of his orgasm. I wanted to lead him to the cliff edge and jump over with him, so I sucked him down to the hilt, cupped his balls in one hand, and gently moved my fingers over his taint.

He arched his back, pushed in that fraction deeper, and flooded my throat with custard as I tried and failed to yell around his throbbing shaft as my untouched dick sprayed cream over his shin and my thigh.

Holy lions!

Chapter Fourteen

Butch

Fuck!

That was all I could manage as I slumped over Leonidis. Fuck custard and cream. My brain was trifle now and his sweet kiss on the end of my dick left me with a wild desire to haul him to my bed and let him do all the things floating through his mind.

“Knees,” he managed through puffy lips, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes.

I took that to mean his knees, not mine, so I firmed my wobbly leg muscles and lifted my mate up, pressing his back against the tiles. His legs wound around my middle and my cock twitched at the glide of wet flesh against me. I pressed against him more fully, tiredness competing with the delight that was my mate. It was his turn to lean back and close his eyes. I studied him, not missing the dark bruising under his eyes that encouraged me to leave things as they were. I wanted him, and I also wanted to keep my promise to go at his pace.

“I know you’re watching me,” he murmured, peeking out from under one lid.

“You’re worth watching,” I rasped, totally enchanted.

Had I said this before? I wasn’t sure.

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