Page 57 of Make You Mine

Trailing my lips to her ear, I flick the lobe with the tip of my tongue. “I’m going to enjoy you, sweetheart. Every single inch of you. Slowly,” I groan, trailing little nips down the side of her throat and marking her soft skin. “I’m going to savor you until you’re a begging mess, and then I’ll fuck you until my name is all you know.”

“Please.”

“Sweeter words have never been spoken.” Slipping a hand beneath her, I undo her bra. Bare her to me.

“Eli,” she gasps, arching her back in an offering. And I do, wrapping my lips around a perfect, rosy nipple before tugging on the sensitive tip. Immediately, she writhes and her hips lift, arching her back with every inch of skin I trace with my lips. How I cup a breast in each hand—weighing and squeezing the firm flesh. My teeth tug and pull on the tight little peaks, taking turns. Each bite borders on painful, something she likes, if the way she’s moaning below me is any indication.

Ava, my girl, likes the pain. Enjoys the slight sting.

With one last flick, I traverse toward the dip of her stomach. The muscles quiver, anxious and wanting, while her scent swirls around me like a siren’s song. I can’t stop myself from skimming my nose across the waistband of her shorts. Can’t help but lick a path from hip to hip as I pull the cotton down her thick hips.

They rise of their own accord, making it easier to take the offending clothing off before tossing it somewhere behind us.

“More. Everything.” She’s panting and beautiful and absolutely perfect. My eyes roam her body, lingering on the small wet patch of lace between her thighs before flicking back to those baby blues I love. “Please.”

“Where do you want my next kiss?” My tone is rough, gravelly, and full of the all-consuming lust I’m drowning in. “Tell me.” Ava brings a hand between us and lays her fingertips right over her mound. She’s blushing, hand trembling but not holding back, and yet, I need more. “No, baby. Don’t be shy. Be a good girl and use your words.”

The moment I saidgood girlshe clenched for me. Hard and multiple times.

She likes praise. That, I can most certainly do.

“Kiss my pussy and make me come,” she whispers on a moan, eyes on mine. They’re full of lust—heavy-lidded as she undulates against the hand I’ve placed over hers. The act pulls our joined hands lower, right over her trembling bundle of nerves. “Oh, God. That’s...more.”

“Are you going to be a greedy girl, too?” Together we rub her slowly through the lace, light little circles over her clit. Her wetness seeps through and onto my fingers, and I press my hard cock against the mattress to ease the pain. Not that it does much. My desire to slam in deep and fill her sweet pink pussy with my come is eradicating any semblance of propriety. “Answer me.”

“Want you too much, Detective.”

At her words, I push her hand aside and tap two fingers over her clit before possessively cupping her. “And you’re driving me past the point of reason. I’m crazy for you.”

“Then make me yours.” Pretty little thing has no idea how wrapped around her finger I am. How I’ll do anything for her. Settling between her thighs, I push them farther apart with my shoulders and inhale deeply. My nostrils flare, and my mouth waters; I can almost taste her in the air. See the wetness coating her skin.

“You already are.” Turning my face, I scrape my teeth against her inner thigh and bite down just hard enough to leave a mark before tearing her panties off. The snap is loud inside the quiet room, the soaked fabric and her following moan taking a back seat to the sight of her beautiful little cunt mere inches from my lips.

She’s smooth and wet and the loveliest shade of pink. Pure perfection, she’s a gift from God himself.

“Please, make the ache stop.”

I’m done. Have no self-control left.

I bury my face between her legs, eating her out like a crazed man. Licking. Nipping. Devouring every drop of her arousal asshe cries out, body bowing off the bed as I fuck her with my tongue.

She should always be like this:

Lost in her pleasure.

Riding my face.

Coming on my tongue.

Ava’s natural sweetness is an explosion to my senses, and I pull my pants off with one hand. My cock springs free, bouncing against my abdomen before I grip it tight with my fingers, pumping it in time with each lick. I twist my wrist on each downward stroke as she cries out my name.

From her entrance to her swollen bundle of nerves, I swipe the flat of my tongue up her core. More wetness. More cries formore.

“What do you want, Ava? Anything, and it’s yours.”

“Please.” That’s all she gets past the scream that catches in her throat as I suck on her clit—she shatters, breaking into a thousand beautiful pieces, but it’s not enough. She’s sweet in my mouth, and I haven’t had my fill.Never will.Releasing my cock, I slide a finger inside her heat and pump in and out slowly. I keep her on that edge of hypersensitivity and so close, my lips on her clit not ceasing their torture.Just a little more.

Her pussy is slick, and the sound of her juices coating my finger on each entry causes my cock to dribble onto the mattress. My need is almost demonic. My desires are sinful.

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