Page 109 of Desperate Actions

I press my tongue to her clit, working her with long, slow licks, sucking, flicking, driving her higher and higher until her hips buck and she cries out, her hands flying to my hair, pulling, desperate.

“Sammy! Oh God!”

I grin against her pussy, sliding a finger inside her, feeling the way her tight walls clench down, so hot and wet and fucking perfect.

“That’s it, Pixie.”

I pump my finger slowly, curling it just right, dragging it against that sweet spot inside her while my mouth works her clit.

Her whole body quivers, thighs squeezing around me, her gasps turning ragged.

And then she’s coming apart.

Shaking.

Crying out.

Her cunt fluttering around my fingers, slick coating my hand, and fuck—it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

My Aella in pure wanton abandon.

I give her a second to breathe.

One.

Maybe two.

Then I’m on her again.

Hovering over her, grabbing my cock, rubbing the head through her slick folds and pushing inside.

Deep.

Slow.

Dragging it out.

Because I want her to feel it.

All of it.

Every thick, pulsing inch as I stretch her open, claiming her all over again.

The scent of sex and passion fill the bedroom, and it’s so damn perfect. Watermelon, sugar, and sex.

Christ, I want her scent on me forever.

“Sammy,” she gasps, her nails biting into my arms.

“Shh, Pixie. I got you.”

She’s so fucking tight, still gripping me from her orgasm, and it’s taking everything in me not to lose my mind completely.

I slide in deeper, grinding into her, watching as her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting, her body trembling beneath me.

“So perfect, sweet Pixie.” I kiss her jaw, her throat, whispering the only truth I know.

“Say you’re mine.”

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