Page 150 of True North

Sweet Jesus.

I drop to my knees, my rough grip spreading her further. Her hands slide over the table, getting purchase on the sides of it. Deciding to take this slow, I track kisses up one soft, creamy thigh before the other. She wriggles her hips. Always so impatient, my Louisa.

“Please...” she whimpers.

“Woman, a man could die of thirst looking at you like this.”

“I’ll be ashes first if you don’t touch me soon.”

I chuckle and side with putting her outta her misery, running my tongue through her center. Her grip turns white as she snaps up off the table. Goddamn, she tastes so fuckin’ fine. The ache in my cock turns to a throb. The taste of her. The sight of her...

I lap her slick need as her legs begin to tremble with every suckle of her pretty little clit. As I press two fingers inside her, she stifles a cry, hips bucking off the hard surface. I curl them forward and take up a slow rhythm.

Hands leaving the table, she hunts for me. When she comes up short, she pushes up, bracing with one hand, her other running through my hair.

And damned if the sight isn’t enough to see me come. I dive in, sucking hard, picking up the pace my fingers are giving. Louisa’s mouth drops open, her breathing almost nonexistent when she tightens around me.

She’s so close.

“Come for me, Louisa May. Let this sweet pussy grind all over my face.”

Her eyes shutter closed, and she rocks her hips forward, doin’ as I said. I add another finger, nipping at her clit. The mewl falling from her parted lips tightens my balls.

Sweet Jesus, woman.

I suck down hard, and she grinds against me in erratic waves. Her pussy clamps down over my fingers, and wetness coats my face and the table where she sits.

“Har—” Her hold in my hair turns to a fist. “God above.”

I chuckle against her pussy, sending her feral. Her green eyes are burning when I look up to her. I’m not laughing at her. She delights me in ways I never expect. She always has.

Darkness clouds her gaze as she comes down from her high.

Still on my knees, I wipe my face and wait for her to come to me.

But she slips off the table and tugs me to my feet.

She says nothing as she sinks to her knees and tugs my cock free.

Jesus.

It’s impossibly hard. Her mouth finds the tip, tongue swirling, teeth grazing the sensitive opening. A fine hand takes my balls, and I all but lose it in her goddamn mouth.

“Loui—”

“Mhmm?” The syllables vibrate all the way down my cock. My fingers tangle in her hair, tugging hard. She takes me all the way in, eyes homed in on my face.

Fuck me.

I can’t control how she makes me feel.

I feel everything with this woman.

She pulls up, sucking hard. I groan.

“Fuck, no...”

The short, burnin’ breaths I’m barely surviving on have my head spinning. Louisa May wants babies, then who am I to say no...

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