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“Dane!” She bares her teeth like a wolf, but she can’t be hungrier than I am. Teasing her is even more fun than drivingher car. I undo the rest of the buttons on my jeans and push them down and off.

“Take your bralette off,” I order, and she starts to pull it up. “Slowly. I’ve fantasised about your tits for years.”

Her chest rises and falls quickly with shaky breaths. “But what if you don’t like?—”

“That’s not an option. Your body is all I’ve ever wanted. From these legs…” I crawl onto the bed, lift one ankle, and brush her calves with my mouth. As much as my language is dominant, I am gentle. I want to build her fire until we’re burning this place down. My lips travel higher, kissing her inner thighs, which makes her squirm until I place a palm against her belly to keep her still. “…to these thighs.” I cross to her other calf and repeat my moves. I bypass the wet spot between her legs, which causes a grunt of frustration so loud I cock my eyebrow. “Patience, Senna.”

My lips brush her belly, and then I reach her breasts. “They’re even better than my fantasies, and that is not fucking possible because they were glorious every time I fisted my cock to my filthiest thoughts of you.” She lifts her hands in submission as I lick and suck on her nipples. Her occasional hiss causes me to lift my head and wink at her. She glares at me with furrowed brows. “That’s right, baby, channel those years of hate.”

“I didn’t hate you as much as I do right now,” she replies, and I laugh against her, my lips vibrating her skin. “When do I get to feel you inside me?”

“I’ve got a promise to keep first.”

Her brow furrows so damn hard I imagine fucking a migraine out of her head.

I press a kiss to her lips and revel in the way she grinds against my rock-hard dick. “You’re huge,” she stutters as she opens her thighs wide.

“I’d best get you needier so you’re really ready for me.”

“I can’t get needier.”

I flip us around so my head is on the pillow and she’s straddling my chest. Her pussy soaks the hair on my stomach. I grip her hands. There’s no chance I’d last if she touched me. “You can, baby. Grab the headboard and straddle my face. I promised you a ride, and it’s time you collected.”

“But—”

“I said grab the headboard.” I wrap my hands around her butt and drag her onto my face.

CHAPTER 38

Senna

“I probably won’t beable to come like this, and what if I suffocate you and?—”

He silences me as he squeezes my butt, his palms wide as he grips it tightly.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before his tongue laps. The arousal flows through my body, but I can’t focus. There’s too much in my head.

“Are you sure I’m not too?—”

He lands a palm on my arse cheek. At this angle, it’s not much more than a tap, but it still makes me squeal and grind against his mouth. His chuckles at my reaction bring another wave of pleasure. I’ve never been bent over and given a good spanking, and I want Connor to do it.

The men I’ve been with were either too scared because they knew about my family or went too far, dominating me because my power emasculated them—their words, not mine. But Connor isn’t. He’s literally tongue fucking me and authoritative at the same time.

“Connor, more.” He wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me against his tongue as it swirls around my clit. My words turn to moans, and my head lolls back as he pulls me ontohim again and again. I have to grip the headboard to stop from falling as his tongue flicks inside me.

I’m sucking in air for fear I might forget to breathe. His fingers dig into my flesh. My teenage crush owns my body like an expert. I let out a sound like a cry. I’ve never made that noise during sex before. He pushes me off his mouth. His grin is devilish, and if I weren’t already soaking his chin, I would be now. “That’s my good girl.”

“Fuck.”

He yanks me against his mouth. I grind and twist as he takes my arousal higher. My knuckles turn white from gripping the headboard. My thighs shake, and my biceps tense. He kneads my bum with the occasional butt tap that has me writhing against his tongue.

I sneak a look behind me. His cock judders like it’s inside me. I need it inside me.

He takes a breath. “I want to drown under your wetness. Now ride me like you mean it. I want your orgasm, baby.”

With one hand, I grip his hair, and with the other, I clutch the headboard. He squeezes my thighs, pulling me onto him again and again. My stomach clenches, and my muscles burn as his teeth nip at my clit. I’ve never felt more used and in control at the same time.

I’m panting, desperate to come. My hand moves to my breast. I twist and pinch my nipple while staring down at his beautiful face. His vast eyes fix on mine, creasing with his happiness. That’s what pushes me over the edge: the pleasure, the pain, and his adoration.

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