Page 93 of Let Us Prey

When our mouths part, he pants, and I bite my lower lip, looking at him through my lashes. “Maybe we should look at the bedroom.”

No point in being subtle with this guy.

“Fuck, yes,” he snarls, letting go of my hair and using his other arm to lift me up with his huge muscles. My legs wrap around hiswaist, and he hums his approval as he carries me to the door, smacking a button on the frame to open it.

Isn’t that handy?

“If you don’t quit squeezing your thighs like that, I’m going to throw you on this bed and flip that skirt up before you even have time to look around.”

Gathering my courage, I arch a brow. “What’s stopping you?”

Before I know it, my back hits pillow-soft linens, and Fitz is diving between my legs like he’s starving. I don’t even get the chance to tell him not to rip the special lingerie I picked before they’re ripped and flying over his shoulder. I try to say something, but the tiger fangs nipping their way up the tender skin of my thighs make my breath catch in my throat and my eyes close in ecstasy.

“How the fuck do you evensmelllike honeysuckle?” Fitz mumbles, as he hooks his hands under my legs and throws them over his shoulders.

I hope he doesn’t expect me to answer, because his tongue is flicking over my clit, and all I can do is dig my nails into the bedspread. Until that night when he walked in on me, I’d feltnothinglike this before, and even with my lack of experience, I know he’s good at what he’s doing. Two fingers slide along my slit as he continues to lick and nibble, and I let out a frustrated whine. “Fitzzzzzzz...”

His chuckle vibrates against me, and I whine again, moving my hips to get him to move faster. “Tell me what you want, little bunny rabbit. I want to hear you say it.”

My eyes pop open, and I freeze in place. He wants me to… talk dirty?

I am so fucking out of my league.

“Stop overthinking. Just tell me,” Fitz growls, turning his head to nip my thigh again. “Be a good girl, and you’ll get a big reward.”

Right. I can do this.

“I want… I want..." I take a deep breath and summon my inner vixen. “I want you to use your mouth and fingers until I come all over your face and then I want you to fuck me until I don’t know which end is up.”

“That’s my girl!” he crows, squeezing my hips in encouragement. My answer is a long moan as he slides his thick fingers inside of me, curling the tips to rub that magical spot that makes my entire body tremble.

The rhythm of his fingers sliding in and out while he laps at my sensitive bud is a damned-near perfect combination. My hips lift and fall to grind against his chin, shuddering as he doessomethingwith his tongue that has to be illegal. I feel him slip another finger inside of me, and the stretch is intense, but good. The combination is overwhelming, and I’m so embarrassingly close that when he nips lightly; I explode.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan, melting into the bed as my limbs turn to jelly. My breaths are coming in harsh pants as he gives me a smug, glazed-looking grin. If it’s possible, I flush even brighter.

Fitz crawls up my body with a hint of yellow in his eyes, stopping once he’s nestled close. Even though a moment ago, I thought I couldn’t move; I wiggle against him eagerly. “Have I mentioned how fucking stellar it is that I don’t have toworry about rubbers with you?”

I chuckle throatily. “A time or two, yes.”

“There are so many chicks trying to get a piece of our family. I’ve never once taken a dip in the pool without my trunksbefore you, baby girl. It’s a fucking gift.”

I roll my eyes up at him, my expression teasing. “So, are we going to do it, or do I need to help myself?”

“Fuck yes, with my baby girl on top,” he growls, before dipping his head to bite my lower lip.

Oh shit. I’ve definitely seen it being done before in movies, but we haven’t done it yet. You can do this, Dolly.

Pushing on his chest, I wait for him to roll onto his back before I climb on, straddling his hips. When his cock slides against my wetness, I moan. I just came like my life depended on it, but something feelsextraslick this time—almost like a natural lubricant. He holds onto my hips as I rock over him slowly, my head falling back when his crown bumps my clit.

Insecurity flares up, and I lean down, looking into Fitz’s eyes with a fierce, pleading expression. “Don’t youdaremake fun of me if I’m bad at this.”

The smile he gives me is probably aiming for angelic, but we both know that’s not the case. “Cross my heart. Now grab the reins and show me how you ride ‘em, cowgirl.”

I ignore the persistent blush creeping over me and rise to my knees. Fitz grins wider as he helpfully holds his dick at the ready, and I close my eyes as I lower onto him, little by little. He’s bigger than Todd, and this new angle is tighter. Once I’m settled, I gasp, holding perfectly still for a minute to get my bearings. “Holy fuck.”

His hands grip my hipbones, squeezing hard for a moment before he grinds out, “Fuck is right.”

Damn, this man is being patient with me.

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