Page 3 of Crossroads of Love

My breath hitches as he thrusts another finger inside me, stretching me open. I moan loudly when his mouth joins the assault.

“Mmm, look how good you open for me. Such a good little slut, being so wet for me.”

The vibration of his words rips through me, and I can feel the heat pouring out of me.

Shit, I love his dirty talk. It’s so damn hot. I can’t even respond.

“That's it,” he encourages, his voice low and throaty. “Let it all out for me.”

He moves his fingers faster, driving me closer and closer to the edge. His other hand continues its relentless assault on my breast. I grip his hair tightly, and he nips at me gently.

“Gavin,” I moan, my words barely audible over the rampant sensations coursing through my body.

My hips buck wildly against him, my core clenching around his fingers as I approach the breaking point.

“That's it, baby. Come for me; let me feel you shatter in my hands.”

With one last thrust of his fingers and a fierce tug on my nipple, I break apart at the seams. A hoarse cry rips from my lips as electric pulses shoot through my veins.

He continues to torment me as I ride out the wave of ecstasy. His fingers work their magic, and his mouth never leaves its home between my thighs. When my breathing slows and myheart rate returns to normal, he slides me down until my legs wrap around his waist.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “I love seeing you like this.”

As post-orgasmic bliss courses through me, he turns and carries me to his bed.

He gently lays me down on the soft blue sheets, then crawls beside me, his eyes never leaving mine. His fingers lightly trace my jawline, making me shiver in anticipation.

“You're so breathtaking. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

I smile coyly at him, reaching up to trace my fingers along his chest. “Well, I'm always yours.”

His lips curl into a smirk, and he leans down to capture mine in a searing kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me closer. My fingers slide into his pants.

How is this man still wearing clothes?

He shifts positions, reaching for something behind him. The sound of a wrapper being torn echoes in the room. He sheds his pants and slides the condom on his engorged shaft.

“Get on all fours, baby,” he demands.

I do exactly as he says, eagerly awaiting him to fill me.

Okay, so I may be dickmatized, but I have no remorse about it whatsoever.

He positions himself behind me, his erection throbbing against my entrance. The head of his cock pushes against my folds. The heat between my legs intensifies in anticipation.

I whimper, wanting him so badly. I hear him chuckle behind me as he continues teasing me.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“More than you could ever know,” I whisper, arching my back slightly as I reach back to grab his hips.

He thrusts in one fluid motion, filling me completely. I gasp, feeling him hit the depths of me.

“Fuck yes,” I moan.

He slowly begins to move in and out of me, keeping a tight grip on my hips as he does.

“You feel amazing,” he growls, his eyes locked onto mine in the mirror across the room.

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