Page 120 of Devoted

My elbows wobbled with the strain of holding myself in this position. I willed my joints to lock, desperate not to miss a second of this.

His tongue swiped over the head of my cock, and he groaned as he lapped up my precum. “You taste like Heaven.”

Then he descended on me again.

Thanks to the trusty dildos I used, I had no issue taking the first of Zeke’s fingers. Nor the second. The third though, that had me sucking in a breath.

Zeke paused, checking in. “Too much?”

“No,” I gasped, bearing down. “It’s glorious. I want more.”

Yep, that was me. Total size queen and proud of it.

From the feral grin Zeke gave me, he liked it too.

He kept working me over until my toes were curling and I was taking three of his fingers easily. Already, I could feel my orgasm building, all my nerves crackling.

“Zeke, I’m close.”

Easing his digits out carefully, Zeke stood. He towered over me, eyeing me like a predator.

No, not like a predator. Zeke would never hurt me.

But he would devour me. Not just in bed, but my heart. My soul. My very existence. Zeke looked ready to devour it all.

I think I was ready to let him.

“Move up the bed.” The order was guttural. “I want to see your face the first time I take you. I want to know exactly what you do and don’t like.”

“I’m certain I’m going to like whatever you do to me,” I rasped, scrambling backwards up the bed. When I hit a pillow, I stopped, spreading my legs wide shamelessly. “So why don’t you come up here and show me what yourungentlemanlyside looks like?”

Zeke’s smile faded in confusion before returning with full force. “I did say that once. Never let it be said that I’m not a man of my word.”

He could’ve walked around the bed and joined me that way, but no. He put one knee on the bed, then the other.

Then he crawled to me.

Crawled.

I was frozen in awe. Was I dead? Had I slipped getting out of the bath and hit my head? That wasn’t my OCD talking, just the knowledge that there was no way I was this fucking lucky.

Zeke was smirking as he covered my body with his, bracing his weight with his arms on either side of my head. “Cat got your tongue, Sam?”

I swallowed, my mouth too dry for me to speak. Zeke’s smirk deepened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you find it.”

His mouth descended, and I wrapped my hands around his biceps as his tongue sought out mine. This kiss was carnal. Claiming. Filthy. My hips rocked up automatically, my erection brushing against Zeke’s. The sensation had both of us groaning, so I did it again.

And again.

And again.

Within moments we were both panting, the friction from our sweat-slicked bodies driving us mad, but not taking us over the edge.

Zeke dragged his mouth from mine, his lips swollen. “I need to be in you, Sam.”

I spread my legs wider. “I’m ready.”

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