Page 29 of Sweet and Salty

“Please,” she adds, her hips moving against my arm pinning them down. Every attempt has me that much harder, and my kittenlovesthe game too, because she’s drenched.

“You need me to get you off, Kitten?” I ask, teasing her some more.

“Yes,” she says on a hitched breath.

“Say it.”

“Let me come,” she demands, and it’s so fucking sexy I can’t deny her a second longer.

I hold her pinned with one arm and use my free hand to glide two fingers into her slick heat, pumping them into her as I tongue her clit, taking full control of her pleasure.

“Owen,” she sighs my name, a tenseness to it that has me rock hard and aching.

“That’s it, Kitten,” I say as I lick and lap. “Come for me.” I suck her clit into my mouth and curl my fingers, and she flutters around me, pulsing around me as a moan rips from her lips.

I work her through the throes of her orgasm, making sure to draw it out as long as possible. “Condom?” I ask, barely able to form words with how desperate I am for her.

She catches her breath and points to her nightstand.

I hurry over there, grabbing one from the top drawer. “When did you buy these?” I ask, ripping open the foil packet and rolling the condom onto my cock.

“After the gala,” she says on a loosed breath, and fire shoots down my spine as I settle between her thighs again.

“Ahh,” I say, smoothing my free hand over her breast, down her side, and over her thigh before moving back up to do it again. I can’t get enough of her. “Did you want me to fuck you that night? Did you get into this bed and imagine it?”

“Yes,” she admits, and it sends lava to my cock. “I pretended my hand was yours that night.”

“Jesus,” I growl, thrusting in her hand as she reaches between us to guide my cock to her entrance, needy and urgent. “Zoe.”

She shifts beneath me, wrapping her legs around my hips to urge me in an inch. I bend down, kissing her quick and hard as I slide in another inch.

Zoe nibbles my bottom lip, just enough to sting as she urges me in all the way.

I groan, bottoming out inside her in one fast thrust.

“Yes,” she sighs, rolling her hips beneath me.

I pull out and pump into her again. “You feel so fucking good.”

She reaches up, kissing me again as I fuck her, meeting my every thrust by lifting her hips. We crash into a rhythm like we’ve done this a thousand times, the two of us desperate and hungry for each other.

I smooth her hair away from her face with my free hand, gently gripping her chin to hold her gaze as I thrust into her. “I want to see your face when you come this time, Kitten,” I say, swiping my thumb over her bottom lip. “No masks between us now.”

She grins, tangling her fingers in my hair, gripping just tight enough to sting. “I didn’t mind the mask,” she breathes the words. “But I much prefer this way.” Her words cut off to a little moan, her lips parting as pleasure lines her features.

“So close already?” I tease her, slowing down my pace.

“Don’t you dare slow down,” she chides me, tugging hard enough on my hair to make me groan.

I pump into her with hard, long strokes, grinding against her clit. “This what you want?” I ask, my hand still on her chin. I move it down, gently gripping her neck. “Is this what my kitten needs?” I add a little pressure to her throat, and her eyes flare with pleasure.

“God, yes,” she says, her grip on me tightening, her thighs clenching around my hips as she ushers me to go harder, faster.

Jesus, this woman iseverything.

I push myself up with my supportive arm, keeping my hand gently on her throat as I pump into her. She looks like a fucking goddess beneath me, holding all the power despite my hand at her throat. I glance down between us, watching as my cock slides in and out of her.

“You see that?” I say, and her eyes follow my line of sight. “See how well you take my cock?” I thrust into her again and again, emphasizing each word. “Such a good fucking girl.”

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