Page 514 of Lodestar

When I parted my legs, I groaned as he aimed for my clit and found it.

With that direct stimulation, I started riding his hand, my fingers digging into his scalp as I held him in place. It bewildered me how wet I’d become until I realized this was angry sex.

Conor-and-Star-style.

The thought made me react like I’d been stuck with a cattle prod. Well, not one of his. Astandardissue one.

I leaned down so I could nip the upper curve of his ear then bit down until he hissed and relinquished his hold on my nipple. That was when I tugged his head back and thrust my tongue into his mouth before kicking up a leg so I could straddle him.

He stopped me, even as he was fighting for control of the kiss, and dragged down my sweats so that I was bare. I didn’t argue, relieved to be free from the confines, then shifted over him so I was straddling his lap.

When he reached over to the nightstand, I frowned but then blinked when I saw the fancy wrapping.

“What is this?”

“Your belated Christmas gift,” he rasped.

“You’re giving me this now?” I complained.

“You’ll be grateful,” he countered, panting. “Open it.”

Breathing heavily and unhappy with the distraction, I snagged the bow and tore it apart. The four sides of the box parted to reveal a slimline vibrator, thick as a bullet, as long as the barrel of a revolver.

When I studied it, he rumbled, “Body-safe silicone. Bluetooth capabilities. Rechargeable. Same vibration capacity as a plugged-in Hitachi.” When I squinted at him with disbelief, he snorted. “Try it for yourself if you think I’m bullshitting.”

I heard the taunt and knew he meant every word.

I sucked in a breath, braced myself because this was Conor and he never made false promises, then hit the slight bump of the ‘on/off’ button.

It buzzed.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, feeling the vibrations ricochet through my hand.

It was a deep, thuddy pulse that Ineededto experience where it was meant to be experienced.

Slipping it between us, I gently rubbed it around my clit, and I was pretty certain I saw God and all the saints when I did.

“Oh, fuck,” I bit off, rocking forward and pushing my forehead against his. “Oh, Conor. I-I—” Words eluded me as the intense buzz made me yelp when I finally made it to my clit.

My head rocked back in response and he attacked my throat, sucking on my pulse, leaving yet another hickey for me to smirk at in the morning.

When he fucked a finger into me, I cried out as he pushed back against the front wall of my cunt.

The immediacy of my orgasm wasdevastating.

It was like my entire body caved in, imploding around those nonstop vibrations as he fucked me with his fingers then tugged the vibrator from my weak grasp and slipped that inside.

More devastation left a trail in his creation’s wake as the intensity shot me higher, pummeling me with a pleasure so deep that it made every muscle in my body quiver in response.

Because it always took me so long to get off, I started crying when he grabbed a hold of my hips and hauled me deeper into him because this was short and sharp and everything in between and it was heaven and hell combined.

As he rubbed his cock around my clit, he bit off a curse. “Fuck, that feels good,” he mumbled against my throat, the gentle vibrations rioting with the violent ones down below.

Then he took it away.

Left me.

I felt the barrenness of the space.

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